What's your story...

[lil_jenni]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form. I tired to tell mine, but I hit a character count limit I did not know existed. So, I decided to try again but briefer. Here's my story:

My first sex was with my cousin and her boyfriend. He got me drunk, we put on a show for him by going down on each other, and then I learned to suck and fuck to please a man. He coerced my cousin into working at a brothel while he sat home and fucked me. He forced me to learn to deepthroat and to do anal, both when she was working for days at a time at the brothel. He was an asshole. He ended up in prison for doing the same shit to other people (I was never brave enough to turn him in). My cousin ended up killing herself years later.

Some time later after the asshole was out of our lives, I went down on a guy at a party. I surprised myself by doing it, and surprised myself more by liking it. A couple of months after that, I fucked a (different) guy at a party. I liked that too, even though it hurt. I was drunker the next time I fucked a guy, and it hurt less. So, that is what I did up to around the end of my first year in college... got drunk and fucked, sometimes multiple guys. I never went on dates, and I never had relationships. It was all casual.

My second year of college, I decided to lessen the drunk fucking and developed a new pattern -- go to a party or hang out with people from my classes, get buzzed, hook up with a guy, blow him, and then go home and take care of myself. Sometimes I went beyond buzzed and had sex. Most of the time I didn't. Sometimes after I blew a guy, I let him try to reciprocate. Most of the time I didn't, because it was pointless -- I rarely came from anything a guy did at that point. That was kind of my status quo for my second and third years. Yeah it varied some. Throw in a threesome here and there (except for one FFM, they were all MFMs and all spit roasting rather than DP, because I have to be really drunk for DP not to be painful), anal sex when the mood struck, and an FF encounter in which she went down on me and I fingered her, and that was me racking up the numbers and avoiding relationships. But weirdly, despite having sexual contact with two women, I was in denial about being bisexual.

Not long into my fourth year, a friend set me up with this guy. I thought it would be a hook up. I went down on him before we left his place (he was running late so I met him there, after I had a glass of wine at home) and we fucked several times. I even spent the night. I never spent the night with a guy. Something was different, right form the start. And a few years later we got married and lived happily ever after...

Wait, there were a few complications. One was he kept asking me to marry him and I was scared of that. Still, I eventually said yes, and promptly cheated on him, something I had not done before. We broke up, I spiraled, going to bars, picking up guys, trying stripping again (I had tried it once my junior year of college and hated it) and eventually spending several weeks working at a Nevada brothel (the same one my cousin had worked at, in fact). I hated that too, but it was easier to stay drunk and whore than stay drunk and strip, at least for me.

There's not a single reason I realized the brothel was rock bottom. It was really everything. I sobered up, moved back to where my future Hubby lived, and started teaching again (yeah, I had been a school teacher before working at the brothel). I was abstinent for over six months then fell into a three-way FWB situation with a guy and a woman from my gym. It ended messy, with my female FWB finding a boyfriend and my male FWB confessing feelings for me. It made me really miss my ex.

Fast forward a few months. Drinking again, I drunk text my ex. We start talking. We start "dating". Eventually, we have sex again. And everything was great. We got married, had a kid, and lived happily...

So, that pesky bisexual denial crap all shattered when I had the three-way FWB situation, and I couldn't get my attraction to women out of my mind. One night, a drunk me hit on a coworker. She said no, which was good because I would have cheated if she said yes. Then I had a crush on our babysitter, but she was a sneak who pried into our personal shit. Plus, she had a crush on my husband. But something good came of that. Hubby and I talked a lot, and we came to an agreement about me and other women, namely it was my business and he just didn't want it to impact our marriage too much. Excited and empowered, I... suffered through the Covid lockdown with no prospects of finding a female FWB or girlfriend. I did hit on Hubby's cousin, who was living with us through the lockdown, but she said no.

About a year ago, things turned my way. A student teacher who had just finished her time at my school hit on me. We took it slow at first, since I was her first female sexual relationship, but when it heated up, it heated up. And it led to fulfilling two sexual goals for me... a FFM with Hubby and a hot, younger woman (twice) and an FFF.

But the third for our FFF became her girlfriend, and our sexual relationship has ended. That made me sad, but I'm working past it and looking forward to writing more of my story. I'm hoping for some swinging or at least swapping, but we'll see. I had to talk Hubby into a threesome. It'll take all my wiles to get him to swap... but I think I'm up to the challenge.

So, that's my story to date. I hope it wasn't too self-indulgent.

XOXO

 

[RachelWalsh]

That is great that you were willing to share. I am glad for your highs and empathize with the lows. Thanks hun.

 

[lil_jenni]

That is great that you were willing to share. I am glad for your highs and empathize with the lows. Thanks hun.

Thank you! I am hoping to inspire other people to share. I know from interacting with people here over the years that a lot of Lit folks have fascinating stories.

 

[RachelWalsh]

Thank you! I am hoping to inspire other people to share. I know from interacting with people here over the years that a lot of Lit folks have fascinating stories.

My story is quite boring. The mother ship dropped me off 4 months ago. I don't think they did their research, because they apparently thought trans women were the norm here- those dumb asses.

Now I just stumble about trying to figure out this planet.


I really did enjoy you sharing, and I am sure it will inspire others to take up your worthwhile challenge.

Thanks!

 

[thespiceoflife]

Appreciated your openness in this Jenni. Didn't sound self indulgent just straight (and bi ))

 

[Purple_Fronds]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form. I tired to tell mine, but I hit a character count limit I did not know existed. So, I decided to try again but briefer. Here's my story:

My first sex was with my cousin and her boyfriend. He got me drunk, we put on a show for him by going down on each other, and then I learned to suck and fuck to please a man. He coerced my cousin into working at a brothel while he sat home and fucked me. He forced me to learn to deepthroat and to do anal, both when she was working for days at a time at the brothel. He was an asshole. He ended up in prison for doing the same shit to other people (I was never brave enough to turn him in). My cousin ended up killing herself years later.

Some time later after the asshole was out of our lives, I went down on a guy at a party. I surprised myself by doing it, and surprised myself more by liking it. A couple of months after that, I fucked a (different) guy at a party. I liked that too, even though it hurt. I was drunker the next time I fucked a guy, and it hurt less. So, that is what I did up to around the end of my first year in college... got drunk and fucked, sometimes multiple guys. I never went on dates, and I never had relationships. It was all casual.

My second year of college, I decided to lessen the drunk fucking and developed a new pattern -- go to a party or hang out with people from my classes, get buzzed, hook up with a guy, blow him, and then go home and take care of myself. Sometimes I went beyond buzzed and had sex. Most of the time I didn't. Sometimes after I blew a guy, I let him try to reciprocate. Most of the time I didn't, because it was pointless -- I rarely came from anything a guy did at that point. That was kind of my status quo for my second and third years. Yeah it varied some. Throw in a threesome here and there (except for one FFM, they were all MFMs and all spit roasting rather than DP, because I have to be really drunk for DP not to be painful), anal sex when the mood struck, and an FF encounter in which she went down on me and I fingered her, and that was me racking up the numbers and avoiding relationships. But weirdly, despite having sexual contact with two women, I was in denial about being bisexual.

Not long into my fourth year, a friend set me up with this guy. I thought it would be a hook up. I went down on him before we left his place (he was running late so I met him there, after I had a glass of wine at home) and we fucked several times. I even spent the night. I never spent the night with a guy. Something was different, right form the start. And a few years later we got married and lived happily ever after...

Wait, there were a few complications. One was he kept asking me to marry him and I was scared of that. Still, I eventually said yes, and promptly cheated on him, something I had not done before. We broke up, I spiraled, going to bars, picking up guys, trying stripping again (I had tried it once my junior year of college and hated it) and eventually spending several weeks working at a Nevada brothel (the same one my cousin had worked at, in fact). I hated that too, but it was easier to stay drunk and whore than stay drunk and strip, at least for me.

There's not a single reason I realized the brothel was rock bottom. It was really everything. I sobered up, moved back to where my future Hubby lived, and started teaching again (yeah, I had been a school teacher before working at the brothel). I was abstinent for over six months then fell into a three-way FWB situation with a guy and a woman from my gym. It ended messy, with my female FWB finding a boyfriend and my male FWB confessing feelings for me. It made me really miss my ex.

Fast forward a few months. Drinking again, I drunk text my ex. We start talking. We start "dating". Eventually, we have sex again. And everything was great. We got married, had a kid, and lived happily...

So, that pesky bisexual denial crap all shattered when I had the three-way FWB situation, and I couldn't get my attraction to women out of my mind. One night, a drunk me hit on a coworker. She said no, which was good because I would have cheated if she said yes. Then I had a crush on our babysitter, but she was a sneak who pried into our personal shit. Plus, she had a crush on my husband. But something good came of that. Hubby and I talked a lot, and we came to an agreement about me and other women, namely it was my business and he just didn't want it to impact our marriage too much. Excited and empowered, I... suffered through the Covid lockdown with no prospects of finding a female FWB or girlfriend. I did hit on Hubby's cousin, who was living with us through the lockdown, but she said no.

About a year ago, things turned my way. A student teacher who had just finished her time at my school hit on me. We took it slow at first, since I was her first female sexual relationship, but when it heated up, it heated up. And it led to fulfilling two sexual goals for me... a FFM with Hubby and a hot, younger woman (twice) and an FFF.

But the third for our FFF became her girlfriend, and our sexual relationship has ended. That made me sad, but I'm working past it and looking forward to writing more of my story. I'm hoping for some swinging or at least swapping, but we'll see. I had to talk Hubby into a threesome. It'll take all my wiles to get him to swap... but I think I'm up to the challenge.

So, that's my story to date. I hope it wasn't too self-indulgent.

XOXO

Your husband sounds like a very good guy.

 

[OtherwisePrint6210]

that was honest and open! Bravo. Maybe when I have the time, I 'll do the same. My typing is slower. It may take a while!

 

[Lvncreampies]

My story, like yours is very long,
I first learned to masturbate when I was very young (send me a message and I will give ages). A male friend of mine same age as me made a deal with 2 sisters. They would lay naked on the floor and we could each play with their pussy for 5 minutes, then we would lay naked on the floor and the girl we just played with could play with our cocks for 5 minutes. Then we started over reversing partners. I was already getting hard-ons at a young age and did not know what it was all about. The girls loved playing with my hard cock over his soft one.

A few weeks later I spent the night at his house and we opened several sleeping bags on the floor and started watching soft porn. Hi parents were out of town and he was being watched by his two older sisters. We dared each other to get naked under the sleeping bags and we did. His next older sister came into the living room to see what we were watching. (Again age can be revealed in message). While we were watching he told her about my hard-on since we didn't quite understand it yet. She told me, she would show me her pussy if I showed her my hard cock. I did and she did. She told me she could show me how to make it feel really good. I said okay, she went and got a little baby oil and sat back down in front of me with her skirt up for me to see her pussy and started playing with my cock. I came very quickly. That was when I started masturbating.

A few weeks later I stayed over again and both sisters were there. I was hoping to get the one to play with me again. This time the older sister told me I was going to have to earn it. They got naked, told me to do the same and kneel in front of the young of the two. I did and they showed me how to lick her to an orgasm. Then after a short break, I licked the older one to an orgasm. When I finished the old sister told me to lay on the floor and she knelt next to me. She suck my cock for 2 seconds and i blew my load.

In early summer, the girls told me if I came over to their basement that night with out telling anyone they would have a huge surprise for me. I told my parents I was camping out in the back yard. When I went to their basement, they had a slumber party going with at least 6 girls. They were all sitting on the floor in front of a sofa waiting for me. The sisters told me not to be nervous, if I did what they said, I would have a great night. The new girls had never seen a hard-on or had their pussys licked or watched a guy cum. They helped me get undressed and had all the girls one at a time touch and squeeze my hard-on. I started off licking the younger sister on the sofa to an orgasm then the older sister played with me until I came on the younger one. After a few minutes, another girl to took her place and when she got an orgasm another girl played with me until I came on the one who had an orgasm. This happened all night. I was raw and dry coming before it was over.

To be continued

 

[jaF0]

Well, mine sort of goes like this ...























... and that's about it.

 

[strangerlove]

Not quite ready to share mine (just a little shy), but I enjoy hearing the stories. Maybe soon I'll tell my own.

 

[black75]

Not quite ready to share mine (just a little shy), but I enjoy hearing the stories. Maybe soon I'll tell my own.

Please do...

 

[EmilyMiller]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form.

That’s 75% of what I write about here, hun .

Short version:

1. Went to college
2. Lost virginity to older friend of family
3. Got into a sex scene with him and his friends
4. Discovered girls, including my best friend
5. Discovered BDSM and group sex
6. Moved state for a job
7. Became effectively a nun for way too long
8. Leant heavily on porn
9. Started reading porn as well as watching (cue Lit)
10. Decided to try writing it
11. Got very depressed for multiple reasons I won’t bore you with
12. Picked myself up (with some help from my best friend)
13. Jumped one of my work colleagues as it had been way too long
14. Accidentally found love in the process
15. Quite liked it
16. Became boring and monogamous
17. Quite like that too

Em

 

[emme8]

It all started for me when I spent several summers working at the neighborhood pool. I loved to swim. I loved to chat with whoever was there. I liked playing (innocently) with anyone who was there. I find my way down every day with my BoomBox and a cooler of drinks and snacks. Every summer I wasted my days there, even when I wasn't working.
I would entertain the kids I babysat for with games. I didn't understand why some of the older guys wanted to play similar games with me. And I would fight like crazy not to let them beat me. frequently it resulted in wrestling matches.
Eventually I learned. And I learned how much I like to play with cocks.
College was fun. I loved beer and the older guys were always willing to share. After a spending few nights in random fraternity houses. I realized I needed to be careful and find 1 good guy. so I did. I played with him for 3 years. I loved him, but I knew we wouldn't make each other happy forever. I had the hardest time attempting to gather the courage to end it with him and break his heart.
Then I walked into a party and met Bob. Before leaving the party, alone, I got Bob's number and awkwardly explained my life was complicated and I couldn't call him for 6 weeks.
2 day shy of the 6 weeks later, Bob tracked down my number and called me.
I knew Bob had forever potential and I promised myself I would behave with him. And I did for 3 dates, until I could not hide my naughty side any longer.
We got married, have 3 kids, and are now living the happy ever after, or close enough.

 

[Beholders_Eye]

Boring, but true.
Growing up I was very naïve about sexual matters; never had 'the talk' from parents. Dated a girl in college who gave me my first orgasm via hand job in my pants. It escalated from there, she took the lead. Eventually she got pregnant, we married, had four children, I had a vasectomy, stayed married for 17 years then divorced. All vanilla. Second marriage followed some of the same trajectory, although I took more of the lead. Sex was good for some years, all vanilla, then fell by the wayside (familiar story for many I know). Stayed married for 22 years, then divorced. Tried dating services for a time, limited success. Then came the internet and all the eye-opening therefrom. Hence Literotica. And sex image blog sites. Really enjoying finding risqué images and posting in the Lit forum.

All in all, a good life; I was successful career-wise, my kids also. Retired, live alone; getting older, and enjoying Literotica in all its aspects. Sort of a vicarious sex life nowadays...

 

[UnsurePleaseTeachMe]

Well, mine sort of goes like this ...























... and that's about it.

This is basically my story as well. I’m shy and private so this is kind of vague. I struggled with my sexually most of my life and came out later than most. I’m finding that I don’t really feel like I fit in a box or label so needless to say, I’m still a virgin at 37. This never used to bug me as much but it’s definitely been making me self conscious as of late.

 

[Rj_Gallos]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form. I tired to tell mine, but I hit a character count limit I did not know existed. So, I decided to try again but briefer. Here's my story:

My first sex was with my cousin and her boyfriend. He got me drunk, we put on a show for him by going down on each other, and then I learned to suck and fuck to please a man. He coerced my cousin into working at a brothel while he sat home and fucked me. He forced me to learn to deepthroat and to do anal, both when she was working for days at a time at the brothel. He was an asshole. He ended up in prison for doing the same shit to other people (I was never brave enough to turn him in). My cousin ended up killing herself years later.

Some time later after the asshole was out of our lives, I went down on a guy at a party. I surprised myself by doing it, and surprised myself more by liking it. A couple of months after that, I fucked a (different) guy at a party. I liked that too, even though it hurt. I was drunker the next time I fucked a guy, and it hurt less. So, that is what I did up to around the end of my first year in college... got drunk and fucked, sometimes multiple guys. I never went on dates, and I never had relationships. It was all casual.

My second year of college, I decided to lessen the drunk fucking and developed a new pattern -- go to a party or hang out with people from my classes, get buzzed, hook up with a guy, blow him, and then go home and take care of myself. Sometimes I went beyond buzzed and had sex. Most of the time I didn't. Sometimes after I blew a guy, I let him try to reciprocate. Most of the time I didn't, because it was pointless -- I rarely came from anything a guy did at that point. That was kind of my status quo for my second and third years. Yeah it varied some. Throw in a threesome here and there (except for one FFM, they were all MFMs and all spit roasting rather than DP, because I have to be really drunk for DP not to be painful), anal sex when the mood struck, and an FF encounter in which she went down on me and I fingered her, and that was me racking up the numbers and avoiding relationships. But weirdly, despite having sexual contact with two women, I was in denial about being bisexual.

Not long into my fourth year, a friend set me up with this guy. I thought it would be a hook up. I went down on him before we left his place (he was running late so I met him there, after I had a glass of wine at home) and we fucked several times. I even spent the night. I never spent the night with a guy. Something was different, right form the start. And a few years later we got married and lived happily ever after...

Wait, there were a few complications. One was he kept asking me to marry him and I was scared of that. Still, I eventually said yes, and promptly cheated on him, something I had not done before. We broke up, I spiraled, going to bars, picking up guys, trying stripping again (I had tried it once my junior year of college and hated it) and eventually spending several weeks working at a Nevada brothel (the same one my cousin had worked at, in fact). I hated that too, but it was easier to stay drunk and whore than stay drunk and strip, at least for me.

There's not a single reason I realized the brothel was rock bottom. It was really everything. I sobered up, moved back to where my future Hubby lived, and started teaching again (yeah, I had been a school teacher before working at the brothel). I was abstinent for over six months then fell into a three-way FWB situation with a guy and a woman from my gym. It ended messy, with my female FWB finding a boyfriend and my male FWB confessing feelings for me. It made me really miss my ex.

Fast forward a few months. Drinking again, I drunk text my ex. We start talking. We start "dating". Eventually, we have sex again. And everything was great. We got married, had a kid, and lived happily...

So, that pesky bisexual denial crap all shattered when I had the three-way FWB situation, and I couldn't get my attraction to women out of my mind. One night, a drunk me hit on a coworker. She said no, which was good because I would have cheated if she said yes. Then I had a crush on our babysitter, but she was a sneak who pried into our personal shit. Plus, she had a crush on my husband. But something good came of that. Hubby and I talked a lot, and we came to an agreement about me and other women, namely it was my business and he just didn't want it to impact our marriage too much. Excited and empowered, I... suffered through the Covid lockdown with no prospects of finding a female FWB or girlfriend. I did hit on Hubby's cousin, who was living with us through the lockdown, but she said no.

About a year ago, things turned my way. A student teacher who had just finished her time at my school hit on me. We took it slow at first, since I was her first female sexual relationship, but when it heated up, it heated up. And it led to fulfilling two sexual goals for me... a FFM with Hubby and a hot, younger woman (twice) and an FFF.

But the third for our FFF became her girlfriend, and our sexual relationship has ended. That made me sad, but I'm working past it and looking forward to writing more of my story. I'm hoping for some swinging or at least swapping, but we'll see. I had to talk Hubby into a threesome. It'll take all my wiles to get him to swap... but I think I'm up to the challenge.

So, that's my story to date. I hope it wasn't too self-indulgent.

XOXO

Thanks for sharing your experiences and journey! May the future be filled with skilled partners and many smiles of happiness!

 

[davenjenn]

Started quite late -- when I was 19. Flirted with a much older and experienced guy (about 40) and lovered every moment after that. Had a lot of lovers by the time I was 20

 

[goldenknights54]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form. I tired to tell mine, but I hit a character count limit I did not know existed. So, I decided to try again but briefer. Here's my story:

My first sex was with my cousin and her boyfriend. He got me drunk, we put on a show for him by going down on each other, and then I learned to suck and fuck to please a man. He coerced my cousin into working at a brothel while he sat home and fucked me. He forced me to learn to deepthroat and to do anal, both when she was working for days at a time at the brothel. He was an asshole. He ended up in prison for doing the same shit to other people (I was never brave enough to turn him in). My cousin ended up killing herself years later.

Some time later after the asshole was out of our lives, I went down on a guy at a party. I surprised myself by doing it, and surprised myself more by liking it. A couple of months after that, I fucked a (different) guy at a party. I liked that too, even though it hurt. I was drunker the next time I fucked a guy, and it hurt less. So, that is what I did up to around the end of my first year in college... got drunk and fucked, sometimes multiple guys. I never went on dates, and I never had relationships. It was all casual.

My second year of college, I decided to lessen the drunk fucking and developed a new pattern -- go to a party or hang out with people from my classes, get buzzed, hook up with a guy, blow him, and then go home and take care of myself. Sometimes I went beyond buzzed and had sex. Most of the time I didn't. Sometimes after I blew a guy, I let him try to reciprocate. Most of the time I didn't, because it was pointless -- I rarely came from anything a guy did at that point. That was kind of my status quo for my second and third years. Yeah it varied some. Throw in a threesome here and there (except for one FFM, they were all MFMs and all spit roasting rather than DP, because I have to be really drunk for DP not to be painful), anal sex when the mood struck, and an FF encounter in which she went down on me and I fingered her, and that was me racking up the numbers and avoiding relationships. But weirdly, despite having sexual contact with two women, I was in denial about being bisexual.

Not long into my fourth year, a friend set me up with this guy. I thought it would be a hook up. I went down on him before we left his place (he was running late so I met him there, after I had a glass of wine at home) and we fucked several times. I even spent the night. I never spent the night with a guy. Something was different, right form the start. And a few years later we got married and lived happily ever after...

Wait, there were a few complications. One was he kept asking me to marry him and I was scared of that. Still, I eventually said yes, and promptly cheated on him, something I had not done before. We broke up, I spiraled, going to bars, picking up guys, trying stripping again (I had tried it once my junior year of college and hated it) and eventually spending several weeks working at a Nevada brothel (the same one my cousin had worked at, in fact). I hated that too, but it was easier to stay drunk and whore than stay drunk and strip, at least for me.

There's not a single reason I realized the brothel was rock bottom. It was really everything. I sobered up, moved back to where my future Hubby lived, and started teaching again (yeah, I had been a school teacher before working at the brothel). I was abstinent for over six months then fell into a three-way FWB situation with a guy and a woman from my gym. It ended messy, with my female FWB finding a boyfriend and my male FWB confessing feelings for me. It made me really miss my ex.

Fast forward a few months. Drinking again, I drunk text my ex. We start talking. We start "dating". Eventually, we have sex again. And everything was great. We got married, had a kid, and lived happily...

So, that pesky bisexual denial crap all shattered when I had the three-way FWB situation, and I couldn't get my attraction to women out of my mind. One night, a drunk me hit on a coworker. She said no, which was good because I would have cheated if she said yes. Then I had a crush on our babysitter, but she was a sneak who pried into our personal shit. Plus, she had a crush on my husband. But something good came of that. Hubby and I talked a lot, and we came to an agreement about me and other women, namely it was my business and he just didn't want it to impact our marriage too much. Excited and empowered, I... suffered through the Covid lockdown with no prospects of finding a female FWB or girlfriend. I did hit on Hubby's cousin, who was living with us through the lockdown, but she said no.

About a year ago, things turned my way. A student teacher who had just finished her time at my school hit on me. We took it slow at first, since I was her first female sexual relationship, but when it heated up, it heated up. And it led to fulfilling two sexual goals for me... a FFM with Hubby and a hot, younger woman (twice) and an FFF.

But the third for our FFF became her girlfriend, and our sexual relationship has ended. That made me sad, but I'm working past it and looking forward to writing more of my story. I'm hoping for some swinging or at least swapping, but we'll see. I had to talk Hubby into a threesome. It'll take all my wiles to get him to swap... but I think I'm up to the challenge.

So, that's my story to date. I hope it wasn't too self-indulgent.

XOXO

this is sad but appreciate your honesty.......

 

[tnhardon]

I’ll share a synopsis of mine:

Learned how to masturbate from a friend of mine. Moved away shortly after but I continued to masturbate frequently and to varying things. Started looking at naked pictures online and then videos, having to sneak it from my conservative parents. Moved onto chatting and camming.

I was a late bloomer and moved during a critical time period that kept me from having a lot of options to date. Had my first girlfriend at 18. Was planning on saving myself for marriage. Fooled around a little with first girlfriend (kissing, touching) but nothing really further than 2nd base. Took about 2 years off from dating after that lengthy relationship ended. 2nd girlfriend was also pretty conservative, but had a more sexual edge to her. Over the course of a few months we had done handjob/fingering, seen each other naked and fooled around, and I had given her oral. Relationship only lasted about six months, but was my first real sexual experience (still a virgin at this point, though). Went on a few casual dates before graduating college, but nothing physical happened with those. At 23 started dating my now wife. She had been sexual active since for quite a while and wanted to have sex with me. I still wanted to hold off until marriage. We fooled around a lot, and early in the relationship. Did everything but sex by our 2nd or 3rd date. I managed to hold off about three months and finally caved and had sex.

I regret not being more open to dating and sex over the years. I passed up a couple opportunities in college because I knew there would be a lot of pressure to have sex. Now, I’m jealous that my wife got that opportunity to explore, but I chose not to. My online playing has been going on for a long time (as noted above) and I use this as an avenue to explore those things I might have missed out on and release some of my sexual frustrations.

 

[BrokenQuill]

So, I hope that I don’t bore you to death.



I won’t start with masturbation – only to say that it has been something that was there from an early age.



I was a bit of a late starter, as I was travelling between towns on a weekly basis just as my sexual libido was awakening. My shyness and awkwardness prevented me from really getting to know anyone for a few years after I moved permanently to the city I hold dear for my actual “growing up”.



I discovered drinking at an early age too and managed to find bars that would tolerate underage drinkers. From there I was befriended by several “fatherly types” although to be honest, most were looking out for my safety and best interests. There was one man that showed more interest in me though/



He was much older than me, but we had a few evenings of easy conversation before, one evening as we both left the bar at the same time, he invited me back to his flat for a nightcap. I arrived at a beautiful Victorian building that had been converted into several large exclusive flats and he guided me to a large sofa to wait while he poured us our nightcaps. We talked for a while before e asked me if I had any girlfriends. My answer was an honest no. Then the conversation revolved around what experiences I had, again none.

He openly admitted that he was gay and that he liked younger men. I was flattered (and horny) so I let him suck me off. A few times.

My confidence grew enough that I started working part time in bars. I met a few girls and eventually started dating. My introduction to heterosexual relationships was very straightforward, even if I needed a bit of prompting now and again. We had our fun and moved on our separate ways. The next girl I met became a serious relationship and we ended up planning a wedding together.



We then found out she was pregnant, so the wedding was temporarily deferred.

After the birth of our child, all plans were back on, however we had a good friend that was struggling to live somewhere, so he moved in. Within 3 months she and he had moved out together. Then I lost my job, then my home.

Then I turned to alcohol for a while.



An ex-colleague and friend of both my ex-partner and me, tracked me down and we spent some days talking things out. He was gay, and he shone a light for me. One evening as he was driving me back to my bedsit, he asked if I would ever consider him as a partner. I was flattered but was honest and said that a blowjob was as far as I could go, expecting him to suck me off and be happy. He had me so turned on that I asked if I could return the favour. Then I realised that I wasn’t entirely straight.



We had fun for a while before I moved away with my new job. I worked hard and was then set up on a date with a single mum, by my then landlady. I clicked and over the next few years things became serious. We eventually married and life settled into a good routine.



One evening at home after an increasingly rare lovemaking session my wife asked me of any secret fantasies I had. I mentioned that I would love to suck cock once more. Whilst she knew that it had happened, it seemed that she didn’t realise that the desires still remained. We are now really, only house partners as there is no physical intimacy between us. I guess we rub along ok as friends. Any attempts to start any physical connection with my wife are usually rebutted with excuses of tiredness or discomfort. Neither of us are in our first flush of youth anymore, so we both have aches and pains that prevent any high spirited activity.



I occasionally meet up with a guy, here and there, but it’s nothing consistent.

 

[Jseven82B]

world’s most rejected geek in school, then I had a physical when I was 24. Doc asked how long I’d had this multicolored asymmetrical growth on my back. When I said I didn’t know he told me it had all the signs, we can try a biopsy to be sure but if you don’t know here’s some information on how to get your affairs in order in six months or less.

Cliche as it is, I started working less and going out more. Didn’t care about saving money or planning for the future. Got rejected a lot, but then a young lady didn’t reject me. that was in 2008 and we’re about to hit our 10th wedding anniversary.

(Stop here for the happy ending)… we’ll you didn't stop reading so now… the rest of the story

A year after we got married her health took a turn for the worst and post hysterectomy she lost all sex drive. Now my sexlife consists of reading stories on here and the occasional chat.(In my best radio voice.) and now you know the rest of the story.

She‘s still my one and only, so I guess thatbis a kinda romantic ending

 

[Jerryluvsoral]

So, I had an idea the other day. I think it would be interesting to know the stories of people who post here, at least in short form. I tired to tell mine, but I hit a character count limit I did not know existed. So, I decided to try again but briefer. Here's my story:

My first sex was with my cousin and her boyfriend. He got me drunk, we put on a show for him by going down on each other, and then I learned to suck and fuck to please a man. He coerced my cousin into working at a brothel while he sat home and fucked me. He forced me to learn to deepthroat and to do anal, both when she was working for days at a time at the brothel. He was an asshole. He ended up in prison for doing the same shit to other people (I was never brave enough to turn him in). My cousin ended up killing herself years later.

Some time later after the asshole was out of our lives, I went down on a guy at a party. I surprised myself by doing it, and surprised myself more by liking it. A couple of months after that, I fucked a (different) guy at a party. I liked that too, even though it hurt. I was drunker the next time I fucked a guy, and it hurt less. So, that is what I did up to around the end of my first year in college... got drunk and fucked, sometimes multiple guys. I never went on dates, and I never had relationships. It was all casual.

My second year of college, I decided to lessen the drunk fucking and developed a new pattern -- go to a party or hang out with people from my classes, get buzzed, hook up with a guy, blow him, and then go home and take care of myself. Sometimes I went beyond buzzed and had sex. Most of the time I didn't. Sometimes after I blew a guy, I let him try to reciprocate. Most of the time I didn't, because it was pointless -- I rarely came from anything a guy did at that point. That was kind of my status quo for my second and third years. Yeah it varied some. Throw in a threesome here and there (except for one FFM, they were all MFMs and all spit roasting rather than DP, because I have to be really drunk for DP not to be painful), anal sex when the mood struck, and an FF encounter in which she went down on me and I fingered her, and that was me racking up the numbers and avoiding relationships. But weirdly, despite having sexual contact with two women, I was in denial about being bisexual.

Not long into my fourth year, a friend set me up with this guy. I thought it would be a hook up. I went down on him before we left his place (he was running late so I met him there, after I had a glass of wine at home) and we fucked several times. I even spent the night. I never spent the night with a guy. Something was different, right form the start. And a few years later we got married and lived happily ever after...

Wait, there were a few complications. One was he kept asking me to marry him and I was scared of that. Still, I eventually said yes, and promptly cheated on him, something I had not done before. We broke up, I spiraled, going to bars, picking up guys, trying stripping again (I had tried it once my junior year of college and hated it) and eventually spending several weeks working at a Nevada brothel (the same one my cousin had worked at, in fact). I hated that too, but it was easier to stay drunk and whore than stay drunk and strip, at least for me.

There's not a single reason I realized the brothel was rock bottom. It was really everything. I sobered up, moved back to where my future Hubby lived, and started teaching again (yeah, I had been a school teacher before working at the brothel). I was abstinent for over six months then fell into a three-way FWB situation with a guy and a woman from my gym. It ended messy, with my female FWB finding a boyfriend and my male FWB confessing feelings for me. It made me really miss my ex.

Fast forward a few months. Drinking again, I drunk text my ex. We start talking. We start "dating". Eventually, we have sex again. And everything was great. We got married, had a kid, and lived happily...

So, that pesky bisexual denial crap all shattered when I had the three-way FWB situation, and I couldn't get my attraction to women out of my mind. One night, a drunk me hit on a coworker. She said no, which was good because I would have cheated if she said yes. Then I had a crush on our babysitter, but she was a sneak who pried into our personal shit. Plus, she had a crush on my husband. But something good came of that. Hubby and I talked a lot, and we came to an agreement about me and other women, namely it was my business and he just didn't want it to impact our marriage too much. Excited and empowered, I... suffered through the Covid lockdown with no prospects of finding a female FWB or girlfriend. I did hit on Hubby's cousin, who was living with us through the lockdown, but she said no.

About a year ago, things turned my way. A student teacher who had just finished her time at my school hit on me. We took it slow at first, since I was her first female sexual relationship, but when it heated up, it heated up. And it led to fulfilling two sexual goals for me... a FFM with Hubby and a hot, younger woman (twice) and an FFF.

But the third for our FFF became her girlfriend, and our sexual relationship has ended. That made me sad, but I'm working past it and looking forward to writing more of my story. I'm hoping for some swinging or at least swapping, but we'll see. I had to talk Hubby into a threesome. It'll take all my wiles to get him to swap... but I think I'm up to the challenge.

So, that's my story to date. I hope it wasn't too self-indulgent.

XOXO

Hi Jenni, thank you for the story. You've had your ups an downs as we all have, but an interesting and educational life! I wish you ups and upper ups from now on
BTW, I have to wonder which brothel you worked...I live across the border in N. Cal. and hit a few when my wife and I were on the outs for a while, maybe we met?

 

[BoredAsianWifey]

I grew up in an old fashion Vietnamese family. Spend most of the time studying and never dated till high school. Once in HS join cheerleading and got my first bf. We both didn’t know what to do. We just kiss and hold hands. During the following summer. I met a college guy through a friend. We started to hang out and lost my virginity to him. My bf was the second guy I was with and I was his first. I realize the difference being with someone who knew what they are doing to someone who does.

In college, I was finally free and away from family. I join a sorority and basically party every weekend. I hang out with sorority and fraternity students. I dated fraternity guys and one of the guys I dated was friend with a adult talent agency.

Got talk into doing an amateur video with a guy I was dating. Surprise by the money I got. Got talk into doing another one, but this time with a guy I do not know. He was good, and I forgot about the audience and the taping. I took a semester off from school and got paid to go to Miami for the weekend to do another video. This time it was BGBG on a boat/yacht. Did one more video in Vegas but stop after that.

When back to school, graduated, and join the work force after switching couple jobs met my Husband through a bf. After breaking up with my bf a year later hook up with my husband. He didn’t want me to work so after our second child, I became a stay home mom. When the kids started going to school and my husband was working 7 days a week. I became bored and stray. With him working so much and no alone time our marriage became sexless.

After 20 years we started trying to spice up our sex live, but he got into health problems the last couple years. Now we are trying something new (to him). Being a hot wife, him setting me up, and sometimes me meeting up with others.

 

[Isevil1976]

What’s my story? That’s a loaded question. Cliff notes version, I’m a sexual, physical, and mental abuse survivor at the hands of multiple people the sex abuse came from a family friend first, then a cop. The physical and mental abuse was at the hands of my immediate family members as they protected my sexual abusers as my dad was also a cop.

That has shaped me into a mess of an adult trying to figure out how not to let all the years of pent up hatred affect me daily. It hurts my sex life as well as my daily life, I get through it with humor, work, kinky porn and my thankfully kinky wife

 

[Subsy]

I keep …or maybe a better word….cursed with….an ever changing reality of gender, sexual attraction, an innate need to prove myself…..and other…
I was born in a more or less male body but female psychology. Home life was predictably horrid so I moved to anywhere and nearly any means I could to survive. As drear as that was, some good things happened.
One of the best things ever was to meet a sweet, kind, older man who in time took me in and showed me I could make good choices. He was kind to stray animals, visited animal shelters to walk the dogs and keep the cats socialized. In time I came to the now obvious but then surprising revelation that he had adopted me much as he had the strays.
My friend has passed and I miss him. He was the most kind and wisest person I have ever known.
I sat down to arouse with my bawdy history and revelations of perversity: I like to tease straight (preferably professional) single or married men into wanting me In spite of my penis….as a man wants a woman.