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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