Yoyo! Have you always wanted to share your sexual experiences but had no one to really share them with? Well look no further as this forum is exactly that! If you’re comfortable enough I’d love to hear about anyone’s sexual experience! It could be a gay or straight or experience I have no preference.

With that I’ll go first!:

A little after I graduated high school, my friend had gotten himself his own apartment. At the time he was dating this girl, she was always a little bit of a bitch and would always hold the reins in the relationship. One day while she was at work I went over my friends house to just hangout (and oh how that changed). After a few drinks we were both a bit shit faced and we started talking about a bunch of random shit until the topic got more sexual. He started to feel me up and it got me so horny, we were both under the influence so I knew something was about to happen and it sure did. For about the next two hours I fucked him in his bed, gripping his ass cheeks while he gripped the sheets. Luckily I finished before she got home and we both really liked it and that lead to more future “visits” from me ;)

I wish I’d have an experience like that! Mine is a bit more sad tho I think?? I was at a friends house and he invited his girlfriend over and SHE invited her cousin over, she was pretty hot and she also brought a bunch of four loco’s, so obviously being a bunch of 14 year olds we got extremely wasted. I remember my friend and his girl spending a lot of time on their own and I got to really know the cousin and ended up really really liking her. Out of nowhere, more than likely because we’re halfway blacked out, we started to feel each other up and kiss a lot, one thing led to another and we had like.. the best sex I’ve ever experienced in my life till this day, I say it’s sad because I was so young and it was mostly a blur because of the curse Four Locos cause a human body, but I often still think about it till this day.

I was just 19 at that time and really didnt have any clue about Sex or what to expect of it... Except of course for porn. Naturally, Like Most people my age I was mostly getting Off to porn, and although 19 year old wannabe-straight-stud me would never admit this, i Had already Developed a really strong Kink for being dominated in bed.



Problem was that noone my age seemed to be really into that stuff and the normal Girls my age seemed way too boring for me and lacked a little Something.

But at 19, when using Tinder, I found a Profile that really caught my Attention.

She was a middle aged, tall east asian Woman, although with some latin Features...and she Had the biggest pair of plastic breasts I had Seen outside of porn yet.

I noticed, but pretended Not to know, that she was Trans, and swiped right.

Our Chat was...Brief, in fact she didnt speak much english or German. But that didnt matter to me, i was already hooked by what i later realized was the First nude Picture with a dick I would recieve.

She didnt Care that We barely shared a language and we arranged a Date.

Not really Sure what to expect i drove over to her in my Car. The area was sketchy and when arriving at the building i quickly realized it was used as rented rooms by Prostitutes.



Scared and intimidates as hell by the Idea of being ripped Off or worse I Texted her to Back Out, but she assured me she didnt want My Money.

It took me a while but I decided to Knock on her door.

I probably didnt realize Just how tall she was but i immediately noticed her towering above me when she opened the door. She must have been at least 6'3.



All of a sudden I felt a Lot more Like a frightened schoolboy than a man Losing His Virginity.

She was very quick and only Said a couple words to undress me, Not that i Had the confidence to Object.

By the time she took Off my Briefs it was clear Who was in Charge and I didnt need much Motivation either, I Had been Rock hard the whole Ride to her.



What Happened next was almost Like a Reflex, I took my Hand down to her Satin panties and Could already feel a warm pulsing on my Fingertips. She pushed them down for me and let me See the Dark tanned uncut cock between her thick thighs.

This was the first time i ever Had a cock aside my own in my hands and I was hypnotized by the feeling of letting it grow and Twitch between my Fingers. She was Big, much bigger than me, about 19cm i would think.



I never thought that it would be so easy for me to Take that step but without even a Word for me i began to Put my mouth on her hot hardening shaft. I was careful Not to let my teeth Touch her, so I sucked With my lips and let my tongue wet her hard cock. She didnt comment, Just lightly touched my Hair as she Sat down on the bed while my nose begann to fill with her musky, still somewhat masculine scent.



After a while she motioned me to lie on the bed. Still towering even more above me she crawled towards me and Throned above my hips With one leg on each Side. I cant remember If she used lube, most likely she did, but I Could feel the tight Grip ans soft Résistance of her Asshole on my hard cock just Seconds later.

As I Mentioned her breasts were huge, and she bowed down just slightly to let me feel the tight, skin covered plastic With my hands and My lips while she Rode me.



We didnt Talk much, so we didnt really Talk about what would be going on Here, but after about 10 Minutes she climbed down from me and lifted both of my legs upward as I was still lying on my Back.

Suddenly there was her wet tongue tickling the crack of my Ass and circling around my Anus... I started to get where she was going.

I clinched a Bit as she suddenly landed a big drop of spit right on my hole before she pushed her groin Up on me.



I wasn't ready...I knew this even If i didnt say anything, a Part of me desperately wanted to know what it feels Like to have her inside of me but my Body was so foreign to the Feeling that it instinctively clinched.

She knew it too, but didnt Show any real Signs of disappointment.

Instead she opened a drawer on her nighttable and took Out a small bottle.



When she Held it to my nose there was a quick flash of the year Long Teenage cautiousness i was taught to keep from taking stuff from Strangers. She took a little sniff from the bottle Herself, probably to Sort of Take away my tension.

It felt too awkward to Back Out now so I took a sniff of the stinging, lightly sweet Salt Inside.

I tried to observe My Bodys reaction but all i Could notice was an increasing lightheadedness.

And her Entering me slowly a few Seconds later...



She clearly was experienced in this for years, and she was gentle... At First.

Soon her shoulders began to Push my legs deep, almost To my ears as she entered me deeper and deeper.

I was fixated on her big silicon breasts and the warm slight pain in my butthole. I panted lightly and quietly, Not even completely realizing what was Just Happening to me.



When she finally motioned me to Turn around i Could taste her musky sweat on her breasts "doggy", she commanded lightly in a single Word so I cowed down on my hands and knees.

But i didnt manage to stay that way Long, she entered me again, trusting Harder this time and pushing my head into her bedsheets.

It was only after a few more minutes that i noticed that i Had started to moan and highly pitched groan loudly with each clap of her crutch against my Young White cheeks.

I became lost in it, slightly high as I would Like to Admit.

Later, with No Feeling of how much later i sank down on my Belly, spent and still overwhelmed after she finished on my cheeks.



We again only exchanged a few words, i Drove Home in silence without any real Feeling of how to feel about this or myself.

I didnt know If I lost my self percieved heterosexuality along with my virginity that day, all I remember is that I would for days remember the musky taste of her precum in my nose and on my tongue No Matter how much I brushed my teeth..

I seen you post this a while back but this story still turns me on so much.

Thankssss yeah it even gets me horny Just writing about it

Was dating a guy, he dumped me because he found out I had a high body count and slept with many guys before him. I genuinely cared for him and loved him. I felt so beat because of that fact and felt lonely, so went to a swingers club that allows singles and got on a table and danced for the guys. Liked the attention it got me and I ended up being group fucked by 5 guys. Not my proudest moment tbh.

I went to celebrate my 21st birthday at a bar, messaging my friends to join me. Nobody showed. This college girl introduces herself and asks why I look so sad, tell her I’m celebrating alone, so she decides she’s going to celebrate with me.

She orders drinks and gets me loose and wild, revealing I haven’t slept with a girl. I got up to go to the bathroom, but she followed me into the mens room. I barely had enough time to relieve myself before she pushed me into a stall and began to blow me. Wasn’t long before I finished and she swallowed. She left and I followed, returning to the table.

With the tab paid, we staggered off for a walk to her apartment. Along the way, we took a detour down a flight cod stairs to the beach. Tide was low, so we walked through the sand before climbing on a boulder in the sand. She began to undress, said she wasn’t done with me, encouraged me to strip so she could punch my V-card.

She was like a teacher, very encouraging and patient with me. She told me to watch the waves as they went in and out, to match their rhythm as I moved my hips. My only orgasm came from the blowjob in the bar bathroom stall, but it was great. We redressed and continued to her place where we fell asleep.

I tried looking for her again after that, but she made it clear she slept with me solely because I was an achievement. Another notch in the headboard, I guess.

This one is less about sex and more about how crazy it was and also has become as of very recently. It's a long one, so buckle up.

Back in 2012 when everyone thought and/or memed about how the world was going to end according to the Mayan calendar of whatever, some people took it way too seriously. I think it was 20th December when it was supposed to happen, and leading up to that, people wanted to clear their bucket list - no regrets and all.

For me, it was just a pretty easy way to find girls who were gullible to that whole shit and wanted to let loose. Since that was a time when I entered the adult hook-up pool and was still young and attractive, most of December 2012 was very enjoyable. Clubbing almost always ended in a hook-up, even though the "impending doom" always made them flee into the next one night stand.

On one particularly unsuccessful evening, I was just about ready to call it quits when most people were either already settled on a partner for the night or were clearly not interested. While leaving, I saw a woman sitting on a nearby bench and sobbing her eyes out. She sounded and looked pitiful, especially with her thin jacket in the deep cold and cradling something between her fingers, so I was genuinely worried she was in serious need for help. I approached her carefully and gently called out to her.

It was clear she didn't expect anyone this late and she looked up like a deer in the headlights. But despite her ugly crying and smeered make-up, this woman was drop-dead gorgeous. Shiny blonde hair pulled into a ponytail while her clearly overly curvy body was pressed into tight jeans and a turtleneck that didn't leave anything to the imagination, and an adorable pair of glasses on her cute face.

It took me a moment to shake myself out of that stupor, but I asked her if she needed help, why she was in distress, etc. And although it brought her to tears again, she told me through her sobbing how her fiancé had dumped her with the "impending doom" that was coming, and that he wanted to live out his last days fully. The ring in her hands was his that he gave back to her, blowing off the engagement. Apparently he also hooked up with the next willing doom-enthusiast and supposedly headed to their place, telling the poor woman not to bother them.

I felt genuine pity for this poor woman who had a commitment ruined by a stupid apocalpyse craze, and offered to help her if there was anything I could do for her. Surprisingly, I was the first one to offer her genuine help, and she accepted after a bit of hesitation to at least come back inside the bar so she wouldn't freeze while we waited on a cab.

After we sat down and ordered something more mild and low in alcohol to warm her up again, it was a lot of awkward silence and breaks in the conversation. Completely understandable and I didn't try to push her, but still wanted to keep her mind busy somehow. Among all that, I asked a few times if she already called a cab, but she either said no or that she needed a little longer to calm down. Didn't want to break down in the taxi and such.

Eventually, we talked more. She seemed to exchange her distress and sadness with petty anger, starting to talk shit about him. I encouraged her in that and followed along, making vague and unbiased assumptions that got her laughing and joking as well. And my god, was her laughter brilliant and beautiful. We shared more about each other, and I found out she had a few years on me, but wasn't significantly older.

It was deep in the night when the bar was slowly closing down and gave us hints to leave already, so we got back into the freezing cold and stood around for a moment, unsure of what to do. I knew what I wished for deep down, but didn't want to put a woman who just had her life changed on the spot with a hook-up, so I didn't push. But she gave me a questioning, almost amused look. "Didn't you say you were living nearby? Or was that just to have something to talk about?" And I took that as the open invitation to take her home with me.

It didn't take longer than getting through the door before we were all over each other. My concerns were quickly forgotten when this bombshell of a woman practically threw herself at me and whispered to me that I should "make her forget all about that loser tonight". I was more than happy to oblige and give her what she needed, and it was clear she went out to the bar expecting for her ex-fiancé to get her that night. Or she loved stuffing her curves into lacy lingerie when clubbing, who knows.

We fucked each others brains out that night. I've never had a girl so curvy and soft without a noticeable belly, and her thighs were even thicker outside her formfitting pants. And although it's almost a bit shameful to say, but her desperation after getting dumped seemed to make her incredibly horny and kinky, if she wasn't like that before. The two best things we did that night: she had a total oral fixation and loved sucking me off, and I even got to facefuck her at one point while using her ponytail for leverage; and she heavily leaned into the whole engagement schtick to spice things up, and probably as a coping mechanism. And that has been forever burned into my mind.

At one point when she was on top and riding me, I noticed that she still wore her ring, and while I didn't say anything, she noticed that I noticed. Giving me a naughty smile and without stopping in her riding, she made an attempt to pull the ring off in clear view, but held for a second. "Does it bother you? Do you want me to take it off? Or..", she said and reached over to her purse where she pulled the other one from that her ex-fiancé discarded. "..do you want to really take his place?~" I didn't even think straight in that moment and the rush of excitement and lust was too much for me, so I eagerly agreed. Sat up with her still on top of me, now eye to eye, before she handed me her own ring and told me to put it on her properly. I didn't hesitate and did just that, sliding the ring on her finger again with a few loving words I can't even fully remember anymore. And she put "my" ring on me as well, sealing this incredibly indecent deal.

After that, it was just a blurr and mess of wet, hot bodies colliding for what felt like hours. We were "engaged" now, after all, and were doing it like newly weds on their honey moon. Swinging between kinky and depraved to wholesome and loving on a whim and whenever our mood changed. And I didn't even question this situation even with the many post-nut clarities I had that night. Why pass up such a woman? Who cares that I was only 19 and she was 25 and engaged mere hours ago?

The night didn't last of course and we passed out next to each other. Morning came and the realisations with it. It was a bit awkward at first, but we ended up talking it out. That it was a spur of the moment, that taking this engagement seriously would not be a good idea, and that while we had a lot of fun, there were more important things for her to deal with right now. Despite that, she told me to keep the ring as a keepsake and to remember her by it, and perhaps that eventually, this could actually happen. We had a lovely breakfast together, fucked some more again, just without the engagement "roleplay", and said bittersweet goodbye.

That was more than ten years ago. It really isn't too crazy, more wholesome that resulted from different crazy, although I can see why some might find this appalling or morally corrupt.

But here's the big twist and why I said that it's important again "as of recently", because this banger of a woman has recently gotten into a supervising position at my company, so she's very much above in the hierarchy, although not directly my boss. Most importantly, she's currently not yet married again, at least from what I have gathered. But supposedly, she's supposedly wearing a very nice ring on a necklace every day, claiming it's a present from someone she misses dearly.

Mind you, I just heard this from others. I didn't want to step into her office first chance I got, even though it's tugging at my heart strings. But I have every intention of finding out if this crazy coincidence means something.

Thank you for reading if you got this far.

You guys should write erotica on sites like literotica or sumthin...

Mine are too crazy to share on a forum...

I was seeing a girl, a while ago. She was on the larger side. Heavier set.
We were lying in bed, mid-coitus. She, in the heat of the moment, wanted to bottom. She was usually a top.
She turned over and asked me. “Please get on top of me!”
I giggled to myself, replying:
“I dunno. Quite the hike.”
We both rolled out of the bed laughing, her laugh was so cute. The little “FUCK YOU!” followed by unrestrained giggling was adorable.

Sadly I don't have any sex stories, and I probably never will. Actually, scratch that, I know I never will

That is actually adorable and I chortled as well.