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Also--this story involves having sex with a married man. If that isn't your cup of tea, I suggest you not read it.

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I took a nap after my roommate’s Dad left. When I woke back up it was night time.

I sat up in bed and smiled as I remembered the events of the day. Mr. Johnson had been practically insatiable, fucking me for hours before he finally managed to pull himself away.

I had wanted Becca’s dad for so long— since high school. And it finally happened. I felt so happy.

Then I looked at my phone. It was a text message from Steve--Mr. Johnson. He felt guilty. He was married, he said, and he loved his wife. He said he just lost control and gave in to my advances.

He gave in alright. Repeatedly.

My mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of sleeping with my best friend’s married father.

I made my way to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messed up and I looke... continue reading

I matched with a girl on tinder, Alina, a blonde with tanned skin, a face with freckles, a nose ring, and a slim thick body. She has these nice thick thighs, a peachy ass, a pretty small waist, and surprisingly full tits.

After some back and forth text flirting we decided to meet up for a drink, went to the bar and automatically hit it off. A few drinks later and suddenly we were back at her place half naked on the bed, and before long having decently wild quite frantic sex. It was a fucking great evening, and Alina looked fantastic naked. After a mini marathon of sex we passed out naked on her bed.

6am rolls around and I am pulled from my slumber by a familiar pleasurable feeling. A few moments of thinking I was dreaming, and sleepy confusion as to where I am, I realise what the fuck is happening.

Alina is kneeling next to me naked, bent down bobbing her head up and down on my already hard cock. She turns her head and innocently says ‘sorry I couldn’t help myself’ with a cheeky smi... continue reading

Once upon a time, on my 21st year, I went out in Vegas to visit a friend who had relocated there. At this point in my life, I was a moderate to heavy drinker, typical nerdy shy-guy with minimal sexual experience. I only had a few "not serious" girlfriends. Making out, bad blowjobs, and what have you. So the prospect of going to one of the top 5 strip clubs in Las Vegas, with beautiful women, was daunting. Coming from a TEENY TINY town in the midwest, the siting of a beautiful woman was rare, and often met with skepticism by your peers.

My friend and I had dressed well, as is customary for a "night out on the town", black slacks, suit jacket, decent button up shirt. And there had to have been a little magic in my outfit since we won a few hundred bucks at blackjack following basic strategy.

After we cashed out our chips, my semi-local friend suggested we hit up one of the top strip clubs in Vegas. He asked if I had a preference. I suggested full nude, and NOT that far away from where... continue reading

The day after Sarah’s third visit, I started feeling a little anxious and apprehensive in regards to how things were progressing. The sexual energy at the end of the massage was palpable, and over the next few days I thought long and hard about my own personal philosophy on bodywork/massage, client-therapist relationships, power dynamics, sexual energy, etc. That train of thought led me to rationalizing out my three ground rules, which you can see in part one.

To try and help put you in my shoes, I’ll briefly explain some of my personal ideas on bodywork. Like I said, I think that mental anxiety and stress often manifest in the body through tension and discomfort, which may hide the true issues. The role of my massage is to help my clients feel better physically, but also help them see if there is a deeper reason why they are holding tension.

I’m not a psychologist and don’t claim to be, but I think my clients can make a lot of profound realizations through breathwork, focusing on a... continue reading

Soo a couple days ago I sucked off my twin brother’s best friend that I have known for years. It was honestly one of the greatest experiences of my life. I had been teasing him for such a long time and to finally taste him was incredible. Well since then he’s been at my house hanging with my brother like 24/7. Like the boy doesn’t leave haha. And of course I keep on wearing revealing clothes around him, making sure to bend over close to him, give him a good view. Whenever I catch him glancing I make sure to smile at him which I know just drives him insaneee. Since that one time I had been thinking about it a ton and have been kinda craving more of him.

Well, I finally had my chance.

Kyle and my brother had been up all night playing video games or doing some other dumb stuff idk I could hear them all night, so of course Kyle slept over. I get up pretty early, so I was very surprised to hear the shower going when I opened my door this morning. I walked over and peeked in my brother’s r... continue reading

Okay. I have three stories I want to eventually share on this page and this one is a long one but worth it.

Things get crazy half way down but I recommend reading everything! It’s a gooden!

It’s one of the sexiest and wildest thing that has ever happened to me. Today I will be sharing part 1 of this crazy time in my life. I’m male, 32. I go to the gym but I’m not crazy with it, I’m 5’9 and 2 and a half months ago I got gifted a deep tissue massage for my birthday from my girlfriend (We have a somewhat open relationship that basically comes down to us being allowed to sleep with other people if it feels like an experience we would hate to miss out on! It sounds crazy but we have a complex system ironed out that works for us 😅)

I went to the massage place on a Tuesday morning. It was a little room in the back of a hairdressers and I had to wait in a corridor for 5-10 minutes before the masseuse appeared from her room. There was a knee jerk reaction as she first appeared and I thou... continue reading

Obviously this was several years ago when I still lived at home.

The lady next door was such an unbelievable bitch, and she fucking hated me. She was one of those religious assholes who have a problem with everything you do. Anyway one summer I spent a lot of time sun bathing in my backyard, not nude or anything, just in bikinis. She complained to my parents everytime, saying I was indecent and a distraction for her son and her husband. Which is hilarious honestly, to come admit that your own husband is checking out other women, but whatever lmao.

Eventually my parents got so annoyed with her complaining that they asked me to stop. I was understandably pissed off, and decided the smug bitch needed to be taught a lesson. So everytime I saw her husband, I hit on him, blatantly, sometimes even in front of her. I was always saying how good he looked, how I had a thing for older men, I always wore tight clothes and low cut tops and made a show of it. It took a long time to wear him down... continue reading

This will probably be a pretty long one, also my first ever write-up here, so I hope it's good. There will be sexual stuff mixed in but the actual event the title refers to will occur after the dotted line

Bit of info/backstory first.

I am 25. 6'2, used to be heavily overweight but have lost nearly 90 pounds over the last year and a half. I was once extremely insecure and awkward, still am in some regards, but with the continued improvement of my new body I've gained a noticeable increase in confidence. I'd rate myself at maybe a 6 or 7 out of 10. Not bad, but definitely no model. I have an above average dick at around 6 1/2 inches. Not a porn star, but definitely decent.

My best friend on the other hand, we'll call her Ash (fake name ofc) is one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen. I'm not sure what it is about her, there's just something with her specifically that really gets me going. Objectively, someone would probably place her at around an 8 on the scale, but for me s... continue reading

While I was holding the sheet up for her so she could roll over, she made eye contact with me and had the cutest little smirk on her pink flushed face, and asked if I could spend most of my time on the tops of her shoulders and neck today. I removed the headrest and supported the underside of her knees with a pillow.

I helped guide her breathing again, then started on her arms to get her shoulders loose; lifting each one up, stretching it a little, then working down her biceps, over her forearms, and spending a bit of time massaging her delicate and petite hands. For some odd reason I still remember her nails were done with white french tips.

She responded really well to the hand massage, and as I spread her fingers and kneaded th... continue reading

I dont even know where to start with this one. It was a weird night and I'm still trying to process it all. I went out with some friends on a spontaneous bar crawl, which isn't that unusual. This time, though, one of my girl friends was newly single and she decided to really slut it up tonight. Good for her honestly but it got WEIRD.

At the first bar she ended up hooking up with some guy. He then proceeded to follow us on our bar crawl and they got more and more into eachother. I mostly paid them no mind, and enjoyed my time with my friends. The guy was good looking, really funny, and he seemed like a chill guy so I didn't really mind him following us either.

He was a huge flirt though. Like he mostly paid attention to my friend, but he definitely hit on all of us. We mostly just played it off to him being a little drunk and overly friendly. Fine with me, I'm the same way lol.

We ended the bar crawl near my friend's house, and her and I decided to walk home. I live... continue reading

My wife and I had driven down to south Georgia to drop our son off for a boy scout camp. Afterwards, we decided to drive around and take in the sights. The area wasn't exactly highly populated, so we were essentially cruising the back roads, blaring the radio and watching the trees whip past us. It was one of those rare moments of adulthood where you felt completely relaxed and unburdened.

A song came on that my wife and I both love-- Howl by Florence and the Machine. We started talking about the lyrics, and how the line "I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground" implied this animalistic passion that was that was getting harder to come by in our civilized world. These random car conversations are one of the things I have loved the most about our marriage. My wife loved the idea of being so consumed with passion for your partner that you would hunt them through the wilderness and ravage them. She asked if I would "hunt" her like that. I chuckled at this becaus... continue reading

Some seven years ago, during college, I briefly roomed in a cozy apartment with an old friend of mine. Let's call her Sylvia. She and I had known each other a long while, had hooked up a couple of times, considered dating, but never really took that step. But we always had a fantastic relationship. We hung out, made each other laugh, consoled one another during the challenging times...so when I needed a roommate for a year, when I was about 21, she thought it'd be a great opportunity to get out of her parents' place. For a while there, we were like best friends.

She moved in at the beginning of spring, and was eager to fill her new space with all kinds of fun stuff. We went out for lunch before moseying off to the local mall to buy a few things. Like I said, we'd been friends for a long time already - so it quickly turned into one of those fun, impromptu dates. You remember that feeling? Like when you were a teenager? Just walking around somewhere with your friend, cracking jokes... continue reading

This story took place during winter holidays at college last year. I lived in a student flat with 5 other people, we shared a bathroom and living room. Everyone returned home because of the school break, except for one flatmate, Lily. She's a super energetic girl, always running around doing things. I, on the other hand, am a quiet guy who likes to relax and take it easy. We wouldn't fit well together, but I liked her as a housemate. During this holiday, Lily worked in a restaurant, so she was away during the day and came back late in the evening. I had an online student job and was at home most of the time. In the evenings, we would sometimes watch TV together, or we would cook occasionally if she was free. It was nice to have someone around, as most of my friends were also at home.

One evening I was in the shower. It had been a while since I had slept with someone, and I was home alone, so I decided to give it a go. I like to watch something while I wank off, so I came out of the ba... continue reading

I was coming off of a semi abusive relationship and was kind of a mess. I kept fucking my ex because it was like fucking crack. The sex was good and I couldn’t shake him.

Luckily, I had good friends… some REALLY went above and beyond.

Once I ALMOST fucked my ex, but instead fled my house and ended up outside my dear friend’s apartment unannounced. His roommate let me in and I just kind of crawled into my friend’s bed.

“It’s a little late, friend,” he groaned as he woke up and wrapped his arms around me.

*We had made out a few times but nothing serious.*

“I thought I’d finally let you introduce me to Firefly. If it’s not too late, of course.”

“It’s never too late for the best show ever made… V, why are you in my bed?”

I sighed. “My ex came over and I was going to fuck him if I stayed so I decided to come here.”

“I don’t get you. He’s an ass.”

“I’m a sex addict with intimacy issues so I tend to recycle exes because they feel safe.”

That stopped him in his tracks. “You... continue reading

The guy I’m seeing sent me truly to another plane last night.

I’ve always had a thing for slightly rough, raw sex and being lightly choked in bed. I’m also fascinated by hands and love watching him finger me but hadn’t ever thought about it much before this moment.

Last night, he was railing into me in a prone position and holding my neck with one hand. I could hardly see straight from how good he felt inside me and the sound of him slapping against my ass while I soaked him was ungodly. Suddenly, he reached down with his other hand and hooked two long, thick fingers deep into my mouth and pulled my head back farther. I couldn’t help but suck on them and the act made me feel so submissive. I came so much harder than I ever have—I swear I blacked out and tears were running down my face as he finally finished inside me.

He went to pull away but I held him there on top of me until I could stop shaking. When he pulled out I could feel his come slipping out of me, and as I turned over... continue reading

I \[27M\] always enjoyed giving massages to partners and lovers, and eventually started taking formal training in massage. I now work half the time as an LMT, and have some recurring clients that have started to get somewhat sexual. I am interested in tantric massage, and have experimented with some previous relationship partners, but I've kept that separate from my professional massage.

If any one is interested I can expand fully, but I have a few basic ground rules that so far I haven't broken:

1. My client has to be the first one to ask or request any form of sexual touch. No matter how much sexual tension I may feel, I can never be the one to initiate.

2. I will only indulge a sexually charged request if I have seen this client 3+ times.

3. I will not receive any direct stimulation - no matter how much they ask or try, they are not allowed to touch me under my clothing.

I know it is definitely morally wrong, but I made these three rules in my head after my first rec... continue reading