In prose, write about a recent sexual experience

idk but the last two times i fapped i started with trannies but nutted to straight fantasies of fucking vag, today i was browsing random bigbutt brazilian trannies, but it was pornhub so it doesn't have a dedicated shemale setting like xhamster, so in the suggested videos a lot of bbc shit was coming up, so i saw some chick sucking a massive beeb and figured ok i'll imagine im the chick, so what if she has a vag, but then after she sucked, lexington put her flat on her back, and she spread her legs wide, and put her hands on the sides of her tiny tits, all i could imagine doing was holding her tiny frame down under me while thrusting mechanically and mercilessly into her tight little pussy, man i let off a ton of nutt like damn two days in a row im getting off to straight thoughts, wtf is going on man, well it is march next week, i guess when spring comes ur instinct to reproduce just takes over

We walked into my bedroom and sat down on the bed, her flowery perfume was enticing. She was the first stranger I had ever asked out in public within a few minutes of meeting them. We ended up going out for coffee the day before, me, her and an art-hoe friend of hers chatted away for several hours, all the female eyes in the store glued to us. Physically she was ideal; 5'11, skinny, long brown hair, flawless tanned skin, cute face. Of course, she didn't read but I was learning to expect that. I had already learned in high school that if I only limited my pursuits to those who were both physically and intellectually appealing than my prospects would be very limited. The conversation we had on the bed flowed easily once we got started. I soon noticed that she was keeping her face directed at mine for long intervals, a clear sign that she wanted to kiss. We had been bullshitting and hadn't really connected or talked about anything deep so far. I almost felt annoyed that she wanted to hook up without first feeling each other out some more mentally but I brushed the thought away. We looked each others eyes and smiled before both leaning in to kiss, closing our eyes

As with every time I deeply kiss a girl for the first time, the outside world fell away and the entire universe seemed limited just to our interlocking mouths. I stuck my tongue into her mouth and she reciprocated. We passionately-french kissed each other and I began to run my left hand up and down her arms and thighs. We laid back in the bed and started making out again. It felt amazing to be in bed kissing someone who was almost my height instead of being a foot shorter like they usually are. I began to squeeze her ass cheeks and press my crotch region into hers. She pressed back and our pelvises started to grind against each other's. I unbuttoned my shirt, tossed it to the ground and started to pull off her skimpy shirt. She raised her arms to help me get it off and I knew she wanted to fuck. She helped me unzip her bra and I was soon cupping her boobs in my hands and playing her with nipples. They were small, probably A-cups but she was so attractive otherwise that I didn't care.

>my gril succ my dicc

Do you want to have sex?

Yea

I stood up to grab a condom and got back into bed with her. We both took off the rest of our clothes and I began to rub her labia while we kissed. I asked her if she wanted to give me head a bit before we fucked and she leaned over and started going at it. She had obviously sucked a few dicks before but didn't seem good enough to have been a whore. While she blew me I fingered her with two fingers, her pussy was a clean shaven innie.

You have a big dick

... thanks

I put on the condom and was about to put it in when she said "I haven't had sex in a really long time". She has mentioned that she broke up with someone a while ago and hadn't dated anyone since but I didn't give it thought at the time. It was as though she felt embarrassed and was worried she would do something wrong, I replied by saying "so?" in a tone that made it clear I didn't care and she got the message. she exhaled as I penetrated her, I leaned down and kissed her a bit and then started to slowly fuck her missionary style. Within a few minutes she was moaning and I began to speed up a bit. Pretty soon though I started to get less than rock-hard. Still hard enough to keep fucking her but I knew that things were going to go downhill unless I took off the condom. Because I'm circumcised (fucking kikes!) I can barely feel anything with latex condoms, polyurethane are better but I didn't have any with me. After asking if she was clean and if she would be fine with me just pulling out I took off the condom and inserting my dick back into her and started fucking raw.

My dick sprung back to life and I felt reenergized. I lightly grasped her earlobe with my teeth, started playing with her nipple with my left hand and began pounding her hard. She let her mouth fall open in a gasp and from the corner of my eyes I could see her eyes rolling upwards in ecstasy. I kept at it for another 15 minutes and then she got on top. As she rode my dick while facing me I ran my hands up and down her long graceful torso and played with her ass and tits. She would lean down to kiss me but her long hair kept getting onto my face and I'd have to pull it out of my mouth. At one point I pulled her down to me so that she was lying face-to-face with me, than I pulled the blanket over both our heads. We started ferociously fucking with our mouths interlocked in complete darkness. The only things that existed were our mouths, the heat and softness of her naked body laying on me and my dick pumping in and out of her cunt.

A+

She asked me a few times if I was sure I could make sure not to come in her and I reassured her that not only that I wouldn't accidentally but that it was difficult for me to come even when I wanted to. We had been going at it for 45 minutes at this point and were now laying alongside each other, screwing with one of her legs wrapped around me. She warned me that she was starting to feel sore and I slowed down but within 10 minutes she said she felt too sore and I pulled out.

Sorry, I'm not used to having sex with a dick this big ... and my ex-boyfriend usually only lasted 10 minutes

No worries

She offered to give me head but I declined because I wanted to keep making out and also because I had been reading about Daoist semen retention practices and how they would make it a goal to have sex without coming.

Eventually she got dressed, I kissed her goodbye and she drove home. She was a beautiful 9/10 that I was able to drive wild in bed but whom I didn't have any interest in intellectually and who seemed like a high-schooler during conversations. I thought about how funny it was that there was this tall beautiful girl that I randomly asked out in public, how my chances with her seemed so low, how excited I was before our first date, and yet despite all that, after fucking her once and getting a sense for her personality I was now almost apathetic about doing anything with her in the future. I resolved to keep hooking up with her but already knew it wasn't going to turn into a relationship. I was right.

Kek

Men are such pigs

I don't know if kissing counts (I haven't had sex but I don't even want to):
They talk about their live experiences. He slowly leans to her and start kissing her, and she leans away at the first moment, but accepts it right after that. She has probably kissed hundred times before that, with dozens od boyfriends, and this is his second kissing in his life, with the second girl he has kissed in his life. He doesn't have the slightest idea whether he's doing it at least a little as it ought to be. He stops kissing her after ten seconds, because he only wanted to ensure himself for the second and last time that his genes aren't completely degenerate by the fact that 6.5/10 girl lets him kiss her. After that they talk for like one more hour after he takes hold of her hand because he doesn't want anything more than just not let her go, not lose her and stay alone with his agonizing l e s m i s e r a b l e thoughts for one more second.

she wanted it too tbqh, I was hardly taking advantage of her

Me and my best friend got really fucking drunk. Curious and childish, I prodded at her feelings for me. I showed her my left tit, then I showed her my right tit. Suddenly, I recall her kissing me. Romance and porn don't do kissing justice- mouth tastes like mouth, fingers aren't electric, and you shouldn't moan so loud when you have neighbors with thin walls. It was my first kiss, the first time I'd ever been touched, and what will probably be my first and last experience with a woman, although I did discover that I am far more sexually aggressive than I had previously imagined.

Tl;dr 2/10, i'm not gay, don't flash your titties to your bi/les/gay friend when they say they love you.

He was still under the covers. Again he had failed at rising with his alarm, like every day for as long as he could remember. The thought of getting up had no appeal. Get up for what? There was no need left, he had arranged his life to be seamless and effortless. After an hour of drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming of an actual life when awake and dreaming gibberish when not, he started fondling his floppy dick, more out of habit than anything else. The resulting mess would also force him out of bed, allowing him to start the day.
"If I'm going to do this I might as well make the most of it" he thought after remembering a particular good threesome he watched last night. Without the proper stimulation this ordeal could go on for a long time. He got out of bed.
The video was not to be found in his browser history since it only kept the recently closed tabs. He found a new clip instead. The guy had a big dick so the ever returning feeling of inadequacy crept in, the girl had seemingly real orgasms which only reinforced that feeling. It was pretty hot, and he prolonged the wank not wishing to face the empty inaction that would follow. After edging through more POV-filmed fucking with the same guy he decided to get it over with and came in his cum-cup. He had heard his roommate in the hallway outside while he was at it (without stopping or slowing down) so he made sure the coast was clear before stepping across the hallway into the bathroom. The cleanup was much simpler with his new cup.

stop.

You can't really judge kissing if you've only done it with the sex you're not attracted to.

not recent but hey:

Her breath caught as the two men kissed. These kinds of interactions had always been fantasy - her eagerly devouring the sight of two men taking each other in - but seeing it was much more intense than she thought. She struggled to keep her breath steady as she stood, unmoving, staring at the couple. As they separated, she noted little attractions she never bothered to notice - the swell of one’s arms, the other’s beard and hitched breath, the swell of their members in their pants - and she stilled as one looked at her.

“Are we bothering you?”

“N-ah-no, you two are, uh-” she stammered her way through an excuse as he moved closer, his height allowing him to tower over her. As he moved closer, she frantically imagined what it would be like to feel his length in her hand and smushed up against her stomach. He smiled, like he was in on a joke she didn’t know about yet. He stopped next to her and reached over her head, grasping for a bottle of champagne; unbidden, her hand reached out and felt his chest, feeling his chubby frame and his heart beating.

“Do you want to join us?” The interjection obliterated her train of thought. Her body had already betrayed how turned on she was, and the question had her feeling like her heart would leap through her throat.

(spoiler alert i'm one of the guys)

good post

That's true. But I imagine mouth will always taste... Mouthy.

The first time I kissed someone I was actually into I was surprised by how good they tasted to me.

I maintained eye contact with a chick for a good few minutes today, at the train station. Jesus Christ, her body language... We basically eye fucked each other before we parted. Couldn't keep it down for half an hour afterwards. Too bad I'm a shit writer and can't describe it.

She was a petite blonde a couple years older than me. Every hour I saw her smoking outside. I thought that if I started smoking I'd be able to ask her for a lighter and finally start a conversation. After all, I smoked here and there with my friends. How hard could this be? Next week, I bought a pack and went out every hour, hoping to see her. I started talking to people I saw her talking to before. Meeting new people was never easier. When I finally saw her, she asked me for a lighter. My plan went better than expected. We were alone and started talking. We quickly skipped smalltalk and she started to open up a bit. I continued talking to every time I went out for a smoke for weeks. After some time, I found out she had a boyfriend that's 20 years older than her. She never mentioned him before... They've been together for a few years. I continued to smoke for about a year and then quit. There's no sex... Just my venting diary.

>tfw no aggressive lit grill with lesbian experiences to slap me and make me worship her pussy
Why live

I don't have any sexual experiences

I kissed a girl, and I liked it

She smokes, she drinks, she has migraines. She's black. She has no job and no car. I find the septum piercing ugly but say nothing. In my kitchen I can see she's not wearing a bra and the wet sticky drops of red wine have run down the sides of our glasses.

She's young, but her shadow is taking sure and steady steps to ensure that will come to a quick enough ending. No friends took her out for her birthday. After consulting the I Ching I decided to bring her home. It's 1am. I can see she's trying hard to keep up with my jokes by improvising unimaginative characters with the same terrible New York accent.

Bad girl, fucked up girl, easy lay. I've constructed this Jesus scenario for myself: Make her love you and see your angelic side, then open the door to salvation and watch her hesitate on the threshold as you heap conditions on her. She'll crack under the weight of expectations and you'll shut that door, walling get away from the traditional loving family life you ostensibly offer, when that was never your aim; truthfully, you want to QED that bitch so she understands she can never measure up to you.

Fucking her is beneath me. Recognize me in my Glory. My work is with the forge fires of women's hearts, dross spun into gold little figurines kept in my pocket while walking alone on boulevards in office parks on paycheck days, each succession fading slowly into solarized obscurity.

Why isn't my life different? I miss my Dad. Anyone will do.

My reptile brain wrests control and ego recoils as I reach clumsily for her, but she accepts the advance. Her fat African lips are a novelty and the wine has washed away most of the cigarette taste. Don't fuck her. Her belly is smooth and my fingers trace the bristly dry hairs on the top of her mound. She takes off her top and those little circles on her chest are darker than the juiciest blackberries. I'm inhaling her entire breast into my mouth and watching from far away. She's grinding the thin fabric barrier which hides the heat of her genitals against my lower half and driving herself to higher and higher pleasures as I bite down almost to the point of drawing blood, each gnawing pincer attack close to breaking the rubbery skin of her nipples on my sharp teeth. She's close, and I alternate from breast to breast until the inevitable happens and she cries out in something that I assume is an orgasm.

I'm strangely satisfied despite my erection. That's right, don't fuck her. It dies, and we clean up and leave my place. In the car ride back to her home she leans against me, and I look over on the side of the highway and see attraction and repulsion leering at me through the window like hitchhikers.

With a brutal tug I pulled off her bathrobe before she had time to resist and he loomed over an abyss of newly washed nudity whose skin color, lines of fizz, and hidden moles had all been imagined in the shadows of the other rooms. She defended herself sincerely with the astuteness of a wise woman, writhing her slippery, flexible, and fragrant weasel's body as she tried to knee me in the kidneys and scorpion my face with her nails but without either of us giving a gasp that might not have been taken for the breathing of a person watching the meager April sunset through the open window. It was a fierce fight, a battle to the death, but it seemed to be without violence because it consisted of distorted attacks and ghostly evasions, slow, cautious, solemn, as if we were two enemy lovers seeking reconciliation at the bottom of an aquarium.

It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

It really was the perfect end to our relationship. She was rambling on about how I was perfect but I knew it was the drugs in her system saying it. She was greedy like that, for my time. And of course I was dealing with an infection in my urethra from taking too many baths. I knew she'd want to fuck anyway though, and started rubbing on me. I tried to finger fuck her into submission but she was too jacked up on coke and wanted more. For the first time in two years I put a rubber on and fucked her. It was purely mechanical, I was tired, bored and the burning sensation destroyed all pleasure. She hungrily ground her hips into my lap, and eventually I saw her eyes flutter, her one true tell. I finished too, my ejaculate laced with broken glass. As I cleaned up she looked over and smiled, "want to do it again?" If I knew it was going to be the last time, even knowing it was going to be horrible I don't know if I should have.

I went to the Red Light District in Amsterdam. Fake big tits are better than flat chests, but they don't feel very good when you're squeezing on them. Thank god Europeans at least still care about big tits unlike Americans who only love ass these days. She told me I was bad at cunnilingus. This was overrated, but probably still better than I'd get in America.

Only good posts

Is 3 years ago "recent"

It looked like I was squeezing wet cream from my hand.

After we watched boss baby she rode me for two hours.

I almost fell asleep on the drive home.

...

Ah, sauce now please and she is sure to please, some dressing for my butt
And she makes it wet, tongue in all she went in to far, mess now but thats okay

Brb kms

I fucked a pig,
and I liked it,
it tasted just like Bacon,
I fucked a pig just to try it,
- folk song trad, user.

The "hentai" appeared on the screen. A lolicon girl was being thrusted in by salary man cock, the days were wide and lonely. He takes a hand and puts it into his pants. Fapping to the girl as she is forced to take an ocean worth of seamen larger then the styx. He faps harder and heavier as the time dwindles by. Finally a forlorn scream shatters the room as a drop of cum soils his paints, his asthma tightens on his throat. He falls to sleep never waking again.

What City did this happen in? I feel like I've slept with that exact girl. Could just be a type.

I could write about the degenerate shit I do when I masturbate, but I guarantee no one wants to hear that. Other than that I can't help you, OP

thanks negro

i love hearing about the degenerate shit people do when they masturbate cuz i'm always looking for new ideas

I absolutely do want to hear it.

top kek

Tonight I spent 40 USD to subscribe to a porn site. I spent 3 hours downloading all the videos, labeling the files with the titles and performers, then unsubscribing to the site. When I was done I tried watching one of the videos, but I lost interested and jacked off to Japanese porn comics instead. This a typical night for me.

>recent

Girls like that aren't exactly rare.

...

Unironically kys
Make Eugenics Great Again

I asked her to sleep in bed with me but she went upstairs. I sat and thought about it for a little and then chased after her. Once upstairs I asked her to please come back down. She simply said, "just sleep with me here." So I did. We talked for a little, I don't remember what of. Eventually I pulled her face to mine and she let me kiss her.
We began to make out. I tucked my hand in her waist and met no resistance. She was clean shaven, I began to play with her. Squeezing her pussy, it emanated heat. Simultaneously we shared saliva. Her tounge in my mouth, my tounge in hers. I bite her lips, she groans. She starts undoing my belt and I slide her pants off. I climbed on top of her and it felt so right. After only a few pumps we laughed because the bed sounded like it was going to explode. We crawled onto the floor without skipping a beat.
On the floor she pushed me back and said "lay down" I did and she crawled on top of me and slipped me inside her. She propped herself up onto her feet adn began to ride me. I took her shirt off and ran my hands up her body. Her skin was so soft, and smooth. I moved her up and fucked her from beneath. She bit my neck and whispered into my ear. Flipping over I picked her left leg and through it over my shoulder. Using her thigh as a grip I pounded hard as I bit into her knee.
She started to suck me off and fuck was she good at it. I felt bad I didnt cum on her but I can never cum when I'm drunk. We rolled over again, her on top of me. nothing but a white cheshire smile illuminating that dark room.
We just passed out then, no recollection of what happened next. I woke up the next morning still inside her.

Fuck-eyed and fumbling, I missed her face and spent my orgasm worrying about the carpet.

I was bouncing my leg in class trying not to think of a certain grotesque futa doujin and the only thing I could do to burn it out was to think about BDSM and how almost divine it was... it was only the rareified light of pure male and female, all the stops kicked out... that was the only thing that could save me from my narcissistic flat junk foot fetishes. Something about just imagining hetero sex is so much more in line with the order of hte world, even in my imagination I have the feeling that the union of opposites is truly a sacred act

I couldn't fucking sit with my shoulders arched while I was just sprawled on my bed, but I really didn't want to go sit on the couch, because the living room can be really depressing if you're not in the mood, and I needed to do my homework so it required me toggle positions, and so naturally I became enticed with the opportunity that I could masturbate, and I remembered this girl who'd recently commented all this innuendo on my Face-book so I jacked off to her pix and just vaguely wiped my hand and sat uncomfortably transfixed that I'd just induced that automatic, gross fantasy where it's like every 80's movie's cliché hedonistic philosophy and every paperback subduction theme from, you know, from that one publisher no one reads anymore, and I just continued to work in these intolerable conditions and forgot about all that sick stuff and everything in general.

Last paragraph was beautiful

dude this is fucked

Absolutely horrific behaviour

I've elicited the responses I was hoping for. Good.

We fumble about under the covers, trying our hardest not to expose naked flesh to the frigid air of the hotel room. Lips and hands explore the curves of our bodies. The smell of perfume mixed with sweat is intoxicating. 2 warm bodies press against one another, closer now. She wriggles underneath me and spreads herself flat.
I look down on a pale face, framed in curly black hair. 2 grey-blue eyes meet mine, pupils wide in the half-light of the room. She twists an innocent smile into a mischievous grin. After a moment, she bites the side of her lip. She’s all control, right now. A curated sexual experience, pushing all the buttons she knows how to push.
As I enter her, that control slips away. Her smile becomes a mixed expression of surprise and lust. Her mouth opens as if to speak but only silence greets me. I thrust into her again. This time I get a squeak, emanating from the small of her throat.
I lift myself higher above her so I can take in her body. Her handful breasts bounce up and down, small pink nipples hardened by arousal. Her slightly chubby tummy bounces gently along. Her soft thighs cling around my waist and I feel her calf’s wrap around me. Her hands cling to my shoulders and she half speaks words, lost to heavy, rhythmic breaths.
Her skin and mine begin to break out in goosebumps. The cold air finally winning out over the trapped heat of the covers. I lower myself into her and she pulls the blanket back over us. We embrace tightly. I kiss and nibble at her neck. She traces nail up along my back. All the while I feel her warmth around me.
She whispers things to me. A choice selection of innuendo and lies. One of her hands knots through my hair, the other firmly on my ass.
With a final effort, I fasten the pace. She encourages me. Her hips move in time with mine. Her teeth find the lobe of my ear. As I cum, I thrust into her fully. Our bodies tense for a moment and then relax completely.

As we lie there, still joined, pain returns to my body. My legs and hips especially. Almost every muscle in my body protests. But I bask in the afterglow of our sex for a few moments longer, before it fades entirely. I nuzzle the hollow between her neck and shoulder. She slows her breathing and releases me. We’re done.
We gradually sit ourselves up in the bed. She orders snacks and drinks from the hotel menu on the tacit understanding that I’m the one that’s going to leave the warm bed to get them. We stay up an hour longer to watch tv and have our fill. I fall asleep before her.

It was a hot summer day and I was in my workout room benching 1200 pounds. My abs were flexing and girls within a 10 mile radius were getting wet. Once I was done with my daily 32 hour workout I called one of the bitches I know, Jessica. She is really damn hot and looks like a supermodel. SO I got into my Lamborghini Gallardo and revved it up to 40,000 RPM (this is an Italian import with special engine system). I got onto the freeway near my house and threw it into 8th gear, I hit about 600 mph and I could hear the sonic boom as I broke the sound barrier. As I was flooring it on the freeway like a bad ass, Jessica called me and said she wanted me to phuck her. So be it.
I came to a full stop from 700 mph in front of her house. These Ferrari's have top notch brakes, you know. So she gets out of the house and walks up to my Bugatti and starts eyeballing my dick. I could tell she was staring at it because when I looked at her I noticed she was looking at my dick. Booya.
Flash forward 10 minutes later. My 30 inch dick is going inside of her VAGINA, hitting them walls. I'm holding her entire body up with my left pinky as I'm phucking her and she has 30,000 orgasms. She looks me in the eyes and she says "harder." V-TEC just kicked in, yo. I blow my load so hard she falls off my dick. There had to have been about two pints of cum everywhere. People say I cum like a pornstar, I wouldn't disagree with them.
I throw her a towel so she can clean herself up then I do a triple backflip into my Maserati and drive home.

We're in her parents house, her mother down a half flight of stairs in the TV room behind closed glass doors. Her father upstairs in the bedroom by himself, sleeping or pretending to be. Her sister has gone out with her friends and will be gone for a couple of days. We're sitting in the living room with the TV on, but what is on the TV doesn't really matter and usually doesn't when it comes to us. My back is against the back of the L-shaped leather couch, her body nestled up against me, absolutely perfect ass pressed against my semi-hard member, her sculpted back leaning against my broad chest, long sweetly smelling oak-colored hair against my chin. She moans a little, and shifts in my lap, an animal like notification she often gives me when she's so in love it's making her feel restless. My response is almost always to just squeeze her tightly, with my whole body, boa constrictor-like. This causes her to climb further into my lap and twist her tight porcelain body around for her lips to meet mine. I slide myself down across the leather until my back is on the seat of the leather couch, giving her body the space to straighten out with mine as our lips stay locked. I'm all too aware of her supple breasts pressing against my chest under her loose black cropped t-shirt, for some band neither of us listen to, that's begun to slip off of her left side, revealing a smooth marble-sculpted shoulder. She's moaning into me, her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, her lips forever in that beautiful pout twisting around mine. She bites my bottom lip slightly and pulls. In response I slide my big hand up her gorgeous back and to the base of her neck, pushing her head harder into my face. I want to devour her, and she wants to devour me. Two beast-like souls expressing a love for each other that can't be expressed by worldly methods, but it's never stopped us from trying. She slides down my body and starts to undo my pants, her goddesses jawline glistening with our oral slime, her eyes flitting from mine to the absurd bulge in my pants. She runs her hands up and down my clothed cock, I can feel the zipper line of my jeans nearly cutting into my cock. The buttons are undone, and the love of my life is moaning like a whore at the thought of my pulsing meat filling up her mouth, pressing into the back of her throat, her tongue circling the head, doing her best to suck the white hot cream she knows belongs to her into her taught tummy. Then the thought becomes a reality, my hands tangled up into her hair, pulling it up to move it out of the way of her face. I need to see her work on me. I need to be able to look at the face of the woman I've cherished silently for longer than I can remember devouring the other part of me that's always belonged to her. And she knows. She works me like she knows it's always been hers, as if to dare me to ever love anyone ever again, to remind me why my mind and body always belonged to her.

I'll continue if anyone wants

Dedicated shemale setting? I know they have a shemale category, and you can bookmark that.

How big are you?

It was cold. The rain, driven by the wind was relentless.
We huddled close together in the dark gazebo.
What started as a fun Summer day with about 12 people and a truckload of booze in the local park quickly changed, just like the weather.
Now it was just her, her friend and myself. It was so cold.
We huddled closer together, passing the gin bottle from hand to hand, guzzling its contents.
Her leg was brushing mine.
The mouth of the gin bottle was slippy and had a strangely pleasant waxy taste to it. A combination of her and her friends lipstick I thought.
She draped her leg across my lap.
Her friend put her arm around me.
My heart beat a little harder.
I took a deep drink from the gin and put my arm around her.
She immediately responded in kind and pressed herself against me.
Fuck it, you wont know til you try I thought.
I leaned in and brushed her lips with mine.
She pushed back, hard.
The kiss almost hurt.
Before I could try for a second kiss her friend pulled my head around and slipped her tongue into my mouth.
It smelled of gin and tobacco and it was the only time Ive ever thought that it was a good scent.
My belt was being undone.
She opened my zip.
Her friend drank from the bottle, squeezed my cheeks until my lips parted and spat the gin into my mouth. She licked the excess booze from my lips and chin.
While her friend was licking me, she had my cock in her hand. Despite the biting cold, i was fully erect.
She started stroking slowly.
Her friend started kissing me hard enough that I could taste blood on my gums.
Stroking faster.
Kissing harder.
Gin and tobacco filled my mouth.
I started to breath heavy and thought about telling her that I was going to cum but no words came.
My mouth filled with that conflicting scent, my body arched and tense, I came.
It was electric. I felt light headed.
Her and her friend started to lick at my cock, cleaning up if you will.
I took another swig of gin and laughed. I dont know why.
We shared a cigarette and they left.
We'll talk tomorrow they said.
I sat for a further hour. Cold and streaked with semen but content.

The sky was dark, nearby midnight. My dick was already unzipped and ready to be wanked like there was no tomorrow.
Bypassing all willpower left in me, by rote, I took my Thiccpad and browsed mindlessly moving pictures of human phallus being stimulated by hand, mouth and various private parts.
The point of no return was reached, my dick would soon return in its zipped form after releasing life seeds on white tissues.
Shame and emptiness took over my weakened mind as I dispose of the soiled tissues unceremoniously down the toilet.
"Never again!" I told myself.
"I'll stick to erotic literature." I reassured myself.
"Maybe Wikipedia erotic images too." I lied to myself as I know that from there, the gate opens to sins stronger than my faith in me.

I put the pee-pee in the poo-poo

I humped my bed. I caressed the contours of my sculpted body. My body played the part of the man, whilst my mind played the part of the woman.

I literally love this

What site?

Excellent taste in pasta, sir

she sucked my dick but it wasnt very pleasant almost like a washing machine but i couldnt accuse her of being a whore because your mouth doesn't expand on dick intake

Though we had only gone out a few times, I thought I might actually be interested in something long-term. I was originally only seeking a sort of friends with benefits situation, but now, for the first time in years, I could see myself wanting something more.
This change came that night when I knew I would come home from work to her curled up on the sofa, waiting for me. What a nice feeling. It was a shame she had to go out of town for a few days.
As the day of her departure approached, I seemed to sense something, although she was acting and talking roughly the same. Her mannerisms and speech would indicate she, too, was thinking this relationship might be something truly meaningful, but I saw something in her eyes that warned me otherwise.
As she pulled out of the driveway that morning, I thought to myself "that's the last time I will ever see her."
And I was right.

Her hand was at his belt as he looked at the ducks crossing through the creek. He felt fingers tickle down his tummy and he stifled a laugh from fear that the couple walking their dogs down the path along the creek would look over and see what they were up to. He closed his eyes to the daylight and fell into a bed of feathers from which he refused to leave.

Today I jerked off to the video of a tranny that was posted on /r9k/.

I jerked off into a sock and then threw it at my neighbour. Fucking hell, O’Leary, stop putting your stuff in my bin.

I met a girl who asked to be my sex slave. She told me if I wanted to I could even hold her down and make her risk getting pregnant, and whenever she said she couldn't take it or couldn't do something to slap her and make her do it anyway. Which I did.
I have no real urge to be clever with my prose. I have complete sexual satisfaction.

I saw two owls fucking on Saturday. It was almost a religious experience to see those two far-off silhouettes perched atop a rock, their cries echoing across the canyon to me. I and others gawked in voyeuristic splendor, putting on a facade of uncertainty as to what the birds were really doing while we all fully understood that they were fucking right in front of us. That quick hop one did to mount the other; the exuberant and rich hooting that I first thought was another overeager hiker responding to one of my companions' mocking calls were resplendent in sex. We absorbed that act of love as if it were beauty, but it was neither of those things to the owls themselves. It was two animals propagating their own species on top of a lump of stone. Now I look back and laugh at how ridiculous it was for me to watch. How ridiculous one bird awkwardly flapping onto the other was in itself. It was ridiculous, but still beautiful in a strange and magical way known only to those who peeped at the owls under the setting sun. I saw them, and I needed to see something like that.

Post tits

Tell us, faggot.

Can't tell whether I like or hate this post

boi

>giving your neighbors your precious jing

I gnawed nipples, chewed cock, and nibbled at his neck like a slavering hound clinging to its kill. I didn't understand - didn't need to, either. It wasn't for me. "Cum for me you worthless slut," I growled into his ear.

He was splattered in the stuff up to his neck.

Geeze you're gay