Gender Neutral / 42
A New Fetish! Babies!
Yes I'm into babies! O M G
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- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Male / 18
Was I Raped
When i was 13 i had a girlfriend Sue . When i was with her she always had her friend Polly with her . We sat on a sofa in her house when her parents were out . I always sat between them . I put my hands down their tops to feel their boobs . I kissed Sue . When her parents were at work we sometimes went to her room to lay on her bed . They let me put my hand up there blouses to feel their boobs . One day when i arrived another girl was there . She was 11 . She lived near Polly . Her name was Pam . Sue wanted us all to go up to her room . It was normal with me laying between them . Pam sat at the end of the bed . We lay there and talked . I saw Sue nod to Pam . Sue and Polly got off the bed and held my arms over the sides of the bed .Pam sat on my feet . Pam was unfastening my jeans . I never tried to move . She pulled them off getting back on my legs . I could feel her touching me . Then masturbating me . Making me cum . They took my jeans off and Sue got me hard . She crouched over me and slid my cock in to her pussy riding me . Polly and Pam were encouraging her . She made me cum in her pussy .
- Lesbian Stories -
Lesbian Female / 23
I Met Tatiana At The Train Station In Sevilla
I went to Sevilla for my summer abroad. I arrived in Sevilla via train from Madrid, with only the address of the offices I had to go to and then find my place to stay. When I arrived in Sevilla I was totally lost, no Spanish, and never having been abroad. I was trying to figure out what to do, where to go to find a taxi to the offices I needed to go to. A woman, mid twenties not some older woman, asked me if I needed help. She had an instrument with her and said she was attending the conservatory. She helped me getting around and said she would go with me to make sure that I found where I needed to be, and after the offices of the school, she went with me to the apartment that I would share with three other girls that semester.
Still lugging her instrument, a viola, she went with me to get something to eat, and since we were close to her apartment we went there. It was small in an old building and shared bathroom down the hall. She stripped out of her top, and hung it up. She was not wearing a bra, stripped out her pants with only tight cotton bikini panties on. She sat on the bed and opened her legs wide to get some air from the open window. She laid back on the bed, with her arms above her head, and her legs still spread wide.
She asked me if I would like to lay down beside her, and she peeled off my top, unhitching my bra she started to kiss my tits and my nipples, pulling my hand down to her open legs. She wanted to kiss so we kissed for a long time, while she rubbed between her legs with my hand. Her panties got wet, and she helped me out of my pants, and without a question out of my panties and then slipped off her own. We lay on the bed kissing and touching, fingering and sucking on tits, before going down to finish.
I had previous to that day been looker but had never acted out. I watched movies of girls making love, but had never had my face between a girl's legs. We spent the night together and made love in the middle of the night, finishing again before going to sleep. In the morning it was hurry, hurry she had to get to the conservatory, and she still had to take me back to my apartment to get dressed and ready for school.
She picked me up after school, and we went to her apartment to leave her viola, before going out for tapas and beer. We kissed under a street light, before walking off holding hands. In Sevilla no one cared, as long as you were in love. I slept with her every night that first week, hurry, hurry to get me back to my apartment and for her to get to the conservatory in the mornings. I fell in love with her, hard and fast. I ate her because I wanted to, help her finish in my mouth. I stripped off my clothes because I wanted to, so she could play and suck on my tits. I sat on her face because she wanted to, and bent down to kiss on her clit. No one to complain, to force me, to give me any lip. For the first time ever I was totally free to do what I wanted to do, and I wanted to be with her, to feel her hand between my legs.
And rinse, wash, repeat week after week, we spent every free moment together. We went to Madrid, all the way to Barcelona, to the Sun Coast. We held hands wherever we went, we wore dresses so that the air would blow up our skirts, we sat on the train with our legs apart, and our dress above our knees. No air conditioning and it was hot, and I followed her lead to keep my pussy cool, in soft Spanish cotton panties, which when wet with our sweat smelled so good.
OK now settle down, that's what my mother said when I got home. I told her that I had to call, and let her know I was home. I wasn't one of those girls that leaves and never follows up, I invited her over for our holidays and she came, viola and all. Her English is good enough, not perfect, but good enough and when we walked around. No one was holding hands. In pants and coats, winter is a bummer, only at night did we manage to kiss and play with our tits.
Still lugging her instrument, a viola, she went with me to get something to eat, and since we were close to her apartment we went there. It was small in an old building and shared bathroom down the hall. She stripped out of her top, and hung it up. She was not wearing a bra, stripped out her pants with only tight cotton bikini panties on. She sat on the bed and opened her legs wide to get some air from the open window. She laid back on the bed, with her arms above her head, and her legs still spread wide.
She asked me if I would like to lay down beside her, and she peeled off my top, unhitching my bra she started to kiss my tits and my nipples, pulling my hand down to her open legs. She wanted to kiss so we kissed for a long time, while she rubbed between her legs with my hand. Her panties got wet, and she helped me out of my pants, and without a question out of my panties and then slipped off her own. We lay on the bed kissing and touching, fingering and sucking on tits, before going down to finish.
I had previous to that day been looker but had never acted out. I watched movies of girls making love, but had never had my face between a girl's legs. We spent the night together and made love in the middle of the night, finishing again before going to sleep. In the morning it was hurry, hurry she had to get to the conservatory, and she still had to take me back to my apartment to get dressed and ready for school.
She picked me up after school, and we went to her apartment to leave her viola, before going out for tapas and beer. We kissed under a street light, before walking off holding hands. In Sevilla no one cared, as long as you were in love. I slept with her every night that first week, hurry, hurry to get me back to my apartment and for her to get to the conservatory in the mornings. I fell in love with her, hard and fast. I ate her because I wanted to, help her finish in my mouth. I stripped off my clothes because I wanted to, so she could play and suck on my tits. I sat on her face because she wanted to, and bent down to kiss on her clit. No one to complain, to force me, to give me any lip. For the first time ever I was totally free to do what I wanted to do, and I wanted to be with her, to feel her hand between my legs.
And rinse, wash, repeat week after week, we spent every free moment together. We went to Madrid, all the way to Barcelona, to the Sun Coast. We held hands wherever we went, we wore dresses so that the air would blow up our skirts, we sat on the train with our legs apart, and our dress above our knees. No air conditioning and it was hot, and I followed her lead to keep my pussy cool, in soft Spanish cotton panties, which when wet with our sweat smelled so good.
OK now settle down, that's what my mother said when I got home. I told her that I had to call, and let her know I was home. I wasn't one of those girls that leaves and never follows up, I invited her over for our holidays and she came, viola and all. Her English is good enough, not perfect, but good enough and when we walked around. No one was holding hands. In pants and coats, winter is a bummer, only at night did we manage to kiss and play with our tits.
Straight Female / 39
I Said No …, But
Recently I was out of town for a company meeting. The evening before it started a co-worker and I were preparing for a presentation we were to present the next day.
We were sitting next to each other on the sofa in my hotel room going over our strategy for the meeting when he put his hand on my leg. I put my hand on his reminding him I was married then he leaned over and kissed me.
We kissed a few times then he started his hand up my skirt. I said No !! but he was quickly to where he was headed. My “No” then changed to “Oh my god” when he had gotten me very aroused easing me down on the sofa and getting himself out.
I immediately told him not without a condom because I wasn’t on birth control but again he wasted no time this time penetrating me with what became an incredible love making tool.
The extended experience was amazing with him causing me to have not one but two extremely intense orgasms.
I just knew I was going to be in trouble since I had enjoyed it so much but luckily my period arrived right on time a couple of weeks later.
I was very thankful for that because had I gotten pregnant I would not have known if it was his or my husband’s.
We were sitting next to each other on the sofa in my hotel room going over our strategy for the meeting when he put his hand on my leg. I put my hand on his reminding him I was married then he leaned over and kissed me.
We kissed a few times then he started his hand up my skirt. I said No !! but he was quickly to where he was headed. My “No” then changed to “Oh my god” when he had gotten me very aroused easing me down on the sofa and getting himself out.
I immediately told him not without a condom because I wasn’t on birth control but again he wasted no time this time penetrating me with what became an incredible love making tool.
The extended experience was amazing with him causing me to have not one but two extremely intense orgasms.
I just knew I was going to be in trouble since I had enjoyed it so much but luckily my period arrived right on time a couple of weeks later.
I was very thankful for that because had I gotten pregnant I would not have known if it was his or my husband’s.
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Straight Female / 61
Papa Was Uncut.
My papa was from the old country as they used to say. He was raised in Italy before coming to the US after WW1. Papa was uncut as were many other men from that era, I'm told. I can remember the first time I saw him rinsing off while standing in a tub of water. He caught me staring at him thru the open door.
I was a young teen at the time and had never seen a man naked before and I was just standing there staring thru the open door. Papa was uncut and had a very big cock. "Come in Child" he said, "It's ok". I walked in and sat in the edge of the tub and watched as he dried himself off. His cock was slowly swinging back and forth. I almost died when he took my hand and placed it on his cock. He smiled at me and told me again "It's ok".
The more I handled it, the bigger it got. It was almost scary, I mean it was so big. He asked me if I liked playing with it and I couldn't speak, and just nodded my head yes as he smiled at me. Then we heard Granny coming in from the garden and he told me I'd better run along for now. As I walked out, he was just pulling up his underwear and I could see the huge bulge.
All that summer, whenever Granny wasn't around, he'd let me see his big uncut cock. I'd play with it and make it stand up and throb, squirting cum.
It wasn't until I was about 16, did I learn that not all men were uncut with such big cocks..
Well Ladies, that's my confession.....Lonnie.
I was a young teen at the time and had never seen a man naked before and I was just standing there staring thru the open door. Papa was uncut and had a very big cock. "Come in Child" he said, "It's ok". I walked in and sat in the edge of the tub and watched as he dried himself off. His cock was slowly swinging back and forth. I almost died when he took my hand and placed it on his cock. He smiled at me and told me again "It's ok".
The more I handled it, the bigger it got. It was almost scary, I mean it was so big. He asked me if I liked playing with it and I couldn't speak, and just nodded my head yes as he smiled at me. Then we heard Granny coming in from the garden and he told me I'd better run along for now. As I walked out, he was just pulling up his underwear and I could see the huge bulge.
All that summer, whenever Granny wasn't around, he'd let me see his big uncut cock. I'd play with it and make it stand up and throb, squirting cum.
It wasn't until I was about 16, did I learn that not all men were uncut with such big cocks..
Well Ladies, that's my confession.....Lonnie.
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- My Spouse -
Straight Male / 52
Wife’s New Way Of Getting Me Off
My wife has entered the time of her life where menopause has taken over. So sex has stopped. We hadn’t done anything sexual in about 3 years.
My wife was very aware that I was jerking off in the shower in the morning or at night. It was the only private place I had to do it. Unless my wife and kids were gone then I’d jerk off in the living room on the couch.
She unexpectedly gave me a handjob one day. It was in the morning. We were getting ready for work and she was in the shower. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when she opened the shower door and pulled me towards the shower. I took my underwear off and got in
She took her soapy hand and grabbed my dick. She started stroking it. I hadn’t had a handjob in 30 years and it felt amazing. I cummed pretty quick. She did a final rinse then got out of the shower without saying a word.
The next morning she opened the shower door and said let me give you a hand. She gave me another handjob.
This has been going on for a few months. I asked her about it one day and she said I feel bad for not wanting sex so I figured a handjob would make you feel good.
I did like the handjobs. Having her do it makes my orgasms better.
So I guess we are in a handjob phase currently which I’m okay with. Almost every morning or night she jerks me off
My wife was very aware that I was jerking off in the shower in the morning or at night. It was the only private place I had to do it. Unless my wife and kids were gone then I’d jerk off in the living room on the couch.
She unexpectedly gave me a handjob one day. It was in the morning. We were getting ready for work and she was in the shower. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when she opened the shower door and pulled me towards the shower. I took my underwear off and got in
She took her soapy hand and grabbed my dick. She started stroking it. I hadn’t had a handjob in 30 years and it felt amazing. I cummed pretty quick. She did a final rinse then got out of the shower without saying a word.
The next morning she opened the shower door and said let me give you a hand. She gave me another handjob.
This has been going on for a few months. I asked her about it one day and she said I feel bad for not wanting sex so I figured a handjob would make you feel good.
I did like the handjobs. Having her do it makes my orgasms better.
So I guess we are in a handjob phase currently which I’m okay with. Almost every morning or night she jerks me off
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- Obsessions -
Bi-Sexual Female / 45
I Love Being A Shared Wife
I've aways been a slut. Even before my now husband of 25 years and I met. While we were dating in highschool he shared me. My husband is no joke with his cock. He can go for hours, is multi orgasmic, and knows how to use it! I just can never get enough, so he tries his bet to make sure I get all I can. He suplies me with all the toys and devices I want. I'm shared every weekend with his friends, family, coworkers...mostly male but also female... and many times during the week. We attend many swinger events throughout the region we live in, so I get plenty of veriety. We are members of 'organizations' that, among other activities, include various gangbangs and BDSM...both indoors and out.
Any and every way I and or my husband can imagine, he makes it happen and I do it...and I enjoy it!
Just thought I'd share.
Any and every way I and or my husband can imagine, he makes it happen and I do it...and I enjoy it!
Just thought I'd share.
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Straight Female / 33
And The Light Turned On And I Could See My Path Was Wrong And Repented
I was in college at the time, in a same sex relationship with a journalism major. She was a firebrand, and became wholly immersed in the activist lifestyle. Already on the rocks I asked her to attend my cousin's wedding. She was against white supremacists, oligarchy, patriarchy, etc. She came, and I was immediately embarrassed.
We were sat at a table with two other couples, older with wedding bands and smiles. My cousin opted for the obedience vow and my girlfriend was on fire. The man across from us explained in a calm voice that we all obeyed on a regular basis. The police? the schedule of classes, and that their beliefs were that there is a man of the house, and the wife and children were obedient. It had worked for centuries, and 'her' model was a complete failure.
At that point I added, 'if he were the man of my house, I would be obedient'. Well, she threw her drink at me and walked out screaming. I apologized for her behavior, and the wife stood and walked me to the ladies room to help clean me clean up and loaned me her sweater.
She asked me if I meant what I said, being an obedient wife is not easy. But, she showed me pictures of her children. A house cannot have two heads, so the wife accepts her husband. It wasn't long after the wedding that I became pregnant, and I recited my obedience vows to him. He is the head of my household, the father of my children. I shoulder my share of home making, of maternal obligations. A man is what I want and need in my life, I just couldn't see it.
Our community is tight knit, with neat and clean homes and children. Some men carry the obligation for more than one wife, some do not. In our community being fruitful is our purpose, and when we take his hand to be his wife we accept that he is our head of household.
My friend, that woman, went to live with her kind, was found on a sidewalk in a homeless encampment in Seattle over dosed and near death. She is unable to care for herself. Her family requests contributions. Our family prayed and agreed to share from our savings. If only she had seen the light he showed us that evening, to take his hand and join his house and be worthy.
His traditions, centuries, millennia old, are what our Lord calls us to be, obedient wives and mothers. Her ways lead to the gates of Hell. I cannot favor her, her path is wrong, and she's proved it.
We were sat at a table with two other couples, older with wedding bands and smiles. My cousin opted for the obedience vow and my girlfriend was on fire. The man across from us explained in a calm voice that we all obeyed on a regular basis. The police? the schedule of classes, and that their beliefs were that there is a man of the house, and the wife and children were obedient. It had worked for centuries, and 'her' model was a complete failure.
At that point I added, 'if he were the man of my house, I would be obedient'. Well, she threw her drink at me and walked out screaming. I apologized for her behavior, and the wife stood and walked me to the ladies room to help clean me clean up and loaned me her sweater.
She asked me if I meant what I said, being an obedient wife is not easy. But, she showed me pictures of her children. A house cannot have two heads, so the wife accepts her husband. It wasn't long after the wedding that I became pregnant, and I recited my obedience vows to him. He is the head of my household, the father of my children. I shoulder my share of home making, of maternal obligations. A man is what I want and need in my life, I just couldn't see it.
Our community is tight knit, with neat and clean homes and children. Some men carry the obligation for more than one wife, some do not. In our community being fruitful is our purpose, and when we take his hand to be his wife we accept that he is our head of household.
My friend, that woman, went to live with her kind, was found on a sidewalk in a homeless encampment in Seattle over dosed and near death. She is unable to care for herself. Her family requests contributions. Our family prayed and agreed to share from our savings. If only she had seen the light he showed us that evening, to take his hand and join his house and be worthy.
His traditions, centuries, millennia old, are what our Lord calls us to be, obedient wives and mothers. Her ways lead to the gates of Hell. I cannot favor her, her path is wrong, and she's proved it.
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Straight Male / 24
Thursday Night Football
I have been seeing this older lady who lives down the street. Yes she’s married no kids yet. Not sure what her and her husband have going on but they argue constantly and of course since we have been booking up it’s gotten worse. I have friends over for Thursday night so she is usually gone by the time the game starts. I get home from work around 3 so we have a couple of hours to go at it. Stacy is a good looking blond pale skin nice ass big rack big hair type. Her attitude is blah but she can fuck and she looks great naked. She is definitely not the kind you marry but sure is the kind you keep around for fun. A few Thursdays ago I asked her to stay for the game. Typically when she comes over she dresses very provocative for me. This day was no different she was in a tight shirt no bra and a skirt that is supposed to be worn with shorts underneath or leggings. She had only worn a g string so she paraded for me with that thin piece of material splitting her meaty pussy lips. Meaty to say the least Stacy has wings that you can stretch out pussy always feels good and has received anal more and more as she hangs out. We had started to mess around in the living room so by the time we got back into my room she was just in her g string. Her skirt and shirt where left there. My 2 friends showed up and as always let them self in and sat down. While snapping a few pics and videos I sent a pic of Stacy on all 4s taking it up the rear to my buddy and said will be here for a bit help yourself to a beer. An hour later Stacy came out in her g string and grabbed her skirt and shirt said hello and came back to my room. 30 minutes later I blasted her face cum covered it and sent her back out had her ask if they wanted some. She had cum on her chin both declined and she came back in. I told her to joke around with them and she did. First time she had a good laugh and saw an attitude change. Haven’t shared her but we have talked about it maybe one of these Thursdays I told her we can try that DP we always watch. Nervously she tells me she would try it. Il update when it happens if it happens not sure I’m into that but I guess if I’m going to let it happen might as well be with someone I’m not attached to
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