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Amber smiled as she watched Simon walk down the otherwise deserted beach. What a gentleman. All she had said was that she was starting to get hungry, and he offered to drive into town and get something for them to share. Of course, she had offered to join him, but he insisted that she stay and enjoy the beach. And that's just what she was going to do. She had wanted to work on her tan, and this was the perfect time. The water lapped around her feet. It was so nice that they had found this isolated beach. It was a bit of a walk to the car, but it was worth it. She looked at the beach, a perfect white sand beach all to herself. "Hey, there beautiful." a voice behind her intruded her thoughts. She turned around shocked to see a young man a little older than her dripping wet, with a boogie board in his hand. So much for the abandoned beach, she thought. "Hi" she said to the stranger not wanting to be rude. "My name's Sam," he said holding out his hand.

Look, dudes, I write this because I want to share what just happened to me. I never thought that I would be one of those people to whom this type of thing actually happened. It has really shaken me up and I need advice and a safe space to vent my erotic couplings that have taken a turn. To cut a long story short, I have had a friend with benefits for the past few months. I work a lot and don’t have the time needed to invest in a relationship. I was horny and so was one of my good friends, she’s similar to me in the fact that she works a lot and doesn’t need anything serious, she’s a little older than me and just wanted to blow off some steam with someone without any commitment and so we formed an alliance, friends with benefits, and it has been that way ever since. It All Began As A Way To Get rid Of Sexual Frustration She’s a really good friend, we’ve known each other for ages. During the dry summer, she wasn’t dating anyone and neither was I and we had a lot of time to ourselves. She

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 This is a fictional story of how I lost my virginity. I wish it really happened this way. I, really, do. Both of us were 18-years-old. My senior year of high school was nearly ruined by a false accusation. "Katie" (not her real name), had a crush on me, and somehow thought she would win my heart by telling her circle of female friends that she was pregnant-with my baby. Katie may have been expecting, but I was a virgin-so it, obviously, wasn't my child. I was pissed off! Unfortunately, none of her friends wanted to believe me-pissing me off more!. One day, at lunch, I was facing "the firing squad" of about eight, OUTRAGED, teenage girls who were convinced I was evil and not taking responsibility and abandoning their friend and "our baby." Except it wasn't "our's" Needless to say, it was not a "fun" lunch discussion. They called me brutal names and I knew that my chances of dating any of them were none. The truth is, I hadn&

 When Rahul called and told her to get ready, Rachna didn't know exactly what. She just put on the first thing she saw when she opened her wardrobe. She didn't have much stuff for a girl, so dressing was never complex for her. With denim jeans and a turtleneck blouse to protect her from the wind whirling all morning, Rachna stepped out of the front door to meet Rahul, who was waiting. She got into his cosy car and greeted him happily. He looked her over. "You had breakfast?" He asked. She thought it was delightful. "Yes," she said. "Suman made soup. It was delicious." Rahul nodded. "Okay, then we are good to go." "Yeah, where are we going?" Rachna asked, realizing she didn't even know where they were headed. "Somewhere cool. Just enjoy the ride." He asked her to pick the music she would love to listen to, but she insisted she loved the quiet and just wanted to enjoy everything natural. They drove to the centre of t

 "Hold my legs open," my wife said. How did I get here? I actually do know how I got here. I asked my wife if she would want to be shared. I asked her if she ever fantasized about it. She was reluctant to open up as is her nature. She can be reserved at times. She turned the question back on me and asked if I would be willing to share her. I told her I loved to see her happy and enjoying herself. And now we were here in our bed. With another man. She lay on her back. I lay on my side to her left. I kiss and lick her left breast. He sits to the side of her right leg. I kiss my way up to her neck and as I nibble her left ear I ask her again to make sure. "Do you want another man inside you?" I ask her. "Yes." He moves between her legs. I can hear her breathing get heavier. I continue to kiss her and play with her breasts as he rubs the head of his cock against her clit. I can hear how wet she is. He is ready. And I know she is when she speaks. "Hold my

  Two of my best friends from college - Greg and Nick - each live about 2 hours from me, although in different directions. We try to get together four or five times a year, to play golf or watch a bunch of football together. Usually we meet at Greg's place because he lives in a really fun small town with lots of great bars, and his wife loves to have us over and cook for us and laugh with us and relive old times. Greg met his wife Cathy in college, and they've been together since they were freshmen. Over the years, Greg had gotten very fat and lazy, drank all the time, and was kind of a slob. I loved him of course, but he was a mess, and all indications were that their sex life was pretty lame because she was kind of disgusted by him.  Greg invited Nick and I down on a Saturday one fall to spend the day watching football in his favorite bar. I was recently separated at the time, and my kids would be with my ex that weekend. Nick always got there before I did, since he didn'