My first lesbian experience.

For my birthday last month my boyfriend Kevin gave me a present I will never forget. My first lesbian experience. It might be more of a bi-sexual experience but whatever you want to call it, it was out of this world. I’m going to write this in two part. I’m not sure if that is allowed Joe but maybe you’ll allow me to tell my story.

Kevin had made dinner reservations at our regular spot at our usual table. After getting dressed up and having a little pre-meal cocktail at his place, we called a cab and headed out.
We arrived around 8 to a small line-up. The restaurant was busy as usual, people talking and eating and all seeming to be having a great time. The atmosphere was the main reason we fell in love with this spot from the beginning. The hostess greeted Kevin by name and guided us to our table by the fireplace. Kevin took my coat for me and pulled my chair out so I could sit. Always the gentleman, I could see other women watching and smiling. Kevin’s chivalry was the main reason I started dating him. He had a great deal of respect for women and it showed in his every move.

As I took my seat I noticed something a little different. There was an additional table setting. Usually our table was set for two but tonight there was a third set of utensils, another place mat and an extra set of drinking glasses. Kevin took his seat as the waitress came to take our orders. When she left I asked him why the third setting. He shrugged his shoulders and said it was obviously a mistake. I nodded and Kevin and I enjoyed the atmosphere and some small talk before dinner.

Dinner arrived and we enjoyed our fabulous meal. The drinks kept flowing and our conversations turned from life to marriage to our situations to love and on to lust. We revisited many different topics but we seemed to keep coming back to sex and sexuality. I have the feeling that the liquor played a major part that.

I had often talked about wanting to sleep with another woman with Kevin in the room. As any other man would, Kevin had no issues with this and in fact supported my desires. We talked about how we would meet another woman, how it might happen and all the things I’d like to try in the company of another female. The waitress came with a dessert menu just as Kevin was turning me on with his views of how a night with another woman might feel like. I was halfway hoping that the waitress heard our words, my imagination fuelled by the liquor and our sexy talk. Kevin asked me if I knew what I wanted for dessert and I blushed, thinking of kissing our waitress right on her full moist looking lips. I said I’d need a few minutes to decide and she left us alone.

Then he told me. He told me that the third place setting was not a mistake. He told me about how he had talked to the girl that we always saw at various parties and functions. Janet and I shared many a drink, talking about our lives and such. We had often used her as a visual aid while we had sex and now Kevin was now telling me how Janet was going to be joining us for some dessert. I felt my pulse race. My thoughts raced to kissing her and feeling her tongue in my mouth. I took a drink and tried to compose myself. Kevin was grinning ear to ear. I’m sure he had his doubts about setting this up and I was going to make sure to show him my appreciation during the night.

I caught sight of her as she walked in. Not that I wasn’t already staring at the door or anything! lol!
She was wearing a sexy little black strapless dress, matching black Ferragamo’s and a cute little purse. Her brown curly hair was in an up-do with a couple of seductive strands cascading down her face. She stood by the front door for a minute, scanning the tables. Then our eyes meet. She smiled, nervously put a strand of hair behind her ear and started walking towards us. Kevin has his back to her but he sees my face redden and my eyes sparkle. He turns just as Janet arrives at our table. He quickly jumps up and pulls out her chair. I can’t help but to sneak a closer peek at her legs as she sits.

Janet, Kevin and I exchange nervous, “Hello’s” while the observant waitress approaches. Janet orders a drink and Kevin and I order some blueberry cheesecake. Kevin blushes next as he asks for some whip cream, his eyes darting back and forth, from Janet’s ample cleavage, to her deep brown eyes, to my fingertips seductively tracing around the top of my glass, back to her cleavage and back to the waitress. Kevin was going be in for the time of his life and me? I was on my way to having not only my first lesbian experience, but also I was about to share an experience so memorable that I now want to share it to the world. Why is this story I cannot tell?

Kevin, my boyfriend, is a professional athlete and had been very married for the last five years. I’ll write the second part of my story in a little while. I’ve left enough for you to stew on. I’m sure I’ll get some nasty comments about how I am a home wrecker, however I have no problems looking in the mirror in the morning. This story is not about what I am doing but what I experienced when I had my first taste of another woman, my first lesbian, bi-sexual experience or whatever you call it. Please suggest another “name” for this encounter if “lesbian affair” is not appropriate. I am certainly not an expert in such terms.

Thanks for reading. I’ll write the rest of the story next Sunday if time permits.

We beat him and ran

We were supposed to go to a party and the guys' car we were going to go in broke down. The fucking beater wouldn't start. We did a quick money check and being all broke students we didn't have piss. I'm not sure who made the suggestion but we decided to call a taxi and do a punch and run.

We called a taxi and all four of us piled in the back. We told the cabbie to take us to a spot about a block away. We're all drinking 40's and laughing and then we get to the spot. The cabbie stop the car and my boy Rampage rabbit punches the guy in the back of the head and we all open the doors to run out. Rampage punches him a few more times and the two of us bolt out of the cab. We take off after the other two guys, the cabbie yelling at us to stop as he talks on his cell and the CB. 10 minutes later we are at the party getting our drink on. The party was dope.

I feel like shit thinking about it, but hey, the fucking raghead deserved it. Straight up. Coming to my country, taking our jobs and then blowing up our buildings and shit. I don't feel too guilty about it. Fuck them.

He killed the dog, totalled his car and damn near killed us.

My best friend and I were coming home from a party. We were both liquored up and neither us should have been driving. After a brief arguement about who was less hammered, he took the wheel.

It was all shits and giggles for the first twenty minutes or so. He was focused on the road as I was focused on rolling a doob, the tunes blasting . Then he tapped me on the shoulder, grinned and then stomped on the accelerator. His 86 LX was done up to the tits. Chirping through all the gears he was up to 100 before I knew it. I wasn't sitting quietly. Too busy hootin' anf hollerin' for him to go faster, booze and our hormones adding at least another 15mph. At one point we ran through an intersection and went airborne. It was fucking intense.

Until we hit the dog. We were probably doing about 80 when it appeared in front of us. I sure as shit didn't see it and I was looking wayyy ahead for cops or people or anything. It was after 4 in the morning and the streets were pretty vacant.

So this dog runs out on the street from a side street. My buddy tries to avoid it but at that speed there was no way he wasn't hitting this pooch. All hell breaks loose as he swerves to avoid Fido. Our back end slides out but not before the poor dog gets clipped in the leg and ass. One of the most vivid memories of the accident was the dog flying through the air.

We spun around about 300 degrees before hitting the first of three parked cars. My drunk-ass friend broke his wrist at this point, spinning the wheel trying to get out of the skid. He screamed like my neighbour's kid did when he was attacked by the swarm of bees. We then took out two signs, one row of newspaper boxes and one traffic light. We bend the light over at its base and the slid up the side of it like some kinda Hollywood stunt team or some shit. Writing this feels equally as intense as three weeks ago when it happened. The trippest thing I've ever been involved with.

We came to a stop in a cloud of airbag dust. My buddy is moaning about his wrist and I am trying to get the ringing out of my ears. Chris(not his real name) then tells me that we have to run. He's drunk, his daddy is the ADA and shit would go down if news breaks out. At this point I don;t give a damn about him, I'm thinking about the dog. I tell him that we need to check on the dog.

The dog was dead. The was a garage close to the street and the dog had hit it and got all smashed up. I felt like puking and Chris just walked around looking at his fucked up car and the dead dog muttering about all sorts of stuff like jail and his dad and something about getting his ass kicked. I puked a little inside my mouth, for real, then told him we needed to call someone. He said no fucking way and calls a taxi to a 24h laundrymat in the stripmall a couple blocks away. He tells me we'd call the cops and report the car stolen. Then he runs to the Stang, opens the trunk and grabs some tools. Nex thing I know he's pulling the ignition out and screwing with the wires outside his steering column. I laugh and know what he's doing. I grab my backpack from the back and when he's done, we book.

We use the payphone outside the mini-mart beside the luandrymat to call 911. Chris tells the cops about the accident, telling him he was driving and saw it happen. Our taxi comes and away we go.

I still remember the dog flying through the air and even worse, that I left it there. I own a dog and can't imagine knowing my dog lying somewhere dead.

We never got caught. I've changed enough details in this to ensure my safety. The thoughts in my mind from that night are more than enough punishment. That shit is for life.

I am obsessed with sex.

Well, most of you probably think, "Oh hell, he's a guy, of course he is!",but I beg to differ. I am absolutely obsessed with sex. I'm in my early 20's and living in the south. I've found myself to be bi-sexual. I am in a relationship, but I keep all of this from her. First off, I'm addicted to porn. I have been for awhile and look at it all the time. I masturbate a couple of times a day and I'm still not satisfied. I love looking at breasts and cocks, I love watching men cum and watching trannys have sex. I watch all kinds of porn, except the bizarre (scat, torture, etc). I can never watch the same movie twice, and usually skip most of the sex scenes and go straight for the money shots. Many times when a movie won't do I'll read stories, and the more hardcore the better. I love some of the fantasy stuff, but some of my favorites are just plain everyday sex situations. I probably know every major free story site by the back of my hand, unless there's a new one not on Google yet.


When both of these get boring I start calling phone sex lines. I prefer keen because I can surf the prices and get a good show cheap. I sometimes even call trannys (so they say) and live out fantasies with them since there's no such thing where I live. I've spent hundreds on these calls and always get off good with them. I wish they were local escorts too, because I'd spend thousands if so. I surf escort sites all the time looking for a new girl or someone visiting my area. The pickings are slim here and I do have standards if I'm going to be forking over money. I want a hot, big titted woman who'll take control and screw me silly. I wish there were more than 3 in the area, because those three are DOGS. I've even attempted picking up a couple of women at nearby stripclubs, but the clubs are horrible, have strict laws, and 95% of the women are hideous. This has yet to work, but I'll probably try again in a couple of months.

On top of this I'm courting two long time friends who are also in relationships. They both are up for random sex and discretion, and are also absolutely gorgeous (which is a plus for a guy with my looks). I'll likely end up hitting both of them up eventually (they live hours away). I've had cyber and phone sex with each and I can't wait to do the real thing.

Of course, women aren't my only fantasy, as you can tell. Many times I dream of being a woman and having my pussy stuffed with cock, being gangbanged,and being cum all over. I wish I could be cum all over now, even as a guy.I've met a few guys online through Squirt, but I am scared to death of STDs so I just don't do it anymore (I'd kill myself if I ever gave my woman anything, I've been lucky and will remain that way since I've given up men and unprotected sex). Truthfully, the taste and feeling of their cum in my mouth was heavenly. I wish I could have 10 or 15 guys shower me in it.
Unfortunately, I'm stuck though. A long term relationship, headed for the big hitch. Almost out of college, but can't get away from the podunkville I live and will probably end up living. I guess most of my fantasies will remain just that, but my obsession will never be cured. This is just a scratch on the surface, just a glimpse into my world.

Fuck, I'm fucked up. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

For the parents reading: Take it from my experience. Tell your kids about sex and don't let them secretly find out everything they can online about it and become obsessed. Just flat out tell them about it. And make sure they know it's not as big a deal as it seems. Fuck, if I'd had been told that when I was 14 or 15. Maybe I'd be somewhat normal instead of so fucking jaded.

God help me.

--ANON

I fuck up the computers on purpose

I work for a pc repair company as a field tech. I purposely add keystroke loggers and even trojans to people's computers to make sure we get return visits. There is much more to the story but I need to head out to a call.

I am a horrible big brother

My little brother, Bjorn, who is a year younger than I has dependent personality disorder. He is clingy to me and only me. He has to sleep in my bed with me, he cannot be without me for more than a school day or else he will freak. He and I have always been close, best friends. But, I wish for him to go away.

It's not because I don't enjoy him being so dependent on me. I enjoy that very much. I love my Bjorn and I am starting to think it isn't brotherly love. I want him to go away because, every time I see him, these unbrotherly thoughts come into my head and I wind up feeling gross and guilty. If he were to go away, maybe I wouldnt have these thoughts and feelings anymore.
I love to watch him sleep. He is so pretty. I love when we are in a crowded place he holds my hand or arm. I really love it when he hugs me. I have never had a crush on a boy before. Just somehow my baby brother is different. He is just so perfect and wonderful.

But, I am so horrible! It's gross and wrong. I always cringe when he calls me 'brother'. He refuses to call me by my name which makes these thoughts of mine even worst. I am so very selfish for wanting him to be with me and only me. He deserves a wife and children. Once, I begged my brother to let me bathe him and he finally let me. I just wanted to touch him once and I have been feeling guilty about that ever since. I am a horrible big brother. I really enjoy those thoughts of him. How disgusting. I just hope my baby brother never figures it out. I am certain he would hate me.

Me and my ex

Ive been married for almost two years now. ive never had an affair, but i want to so bad it makes me crazy sometimes!!! it was weird one day and it almost happened. my wife was out of town on business and so i went to another city to go out to a club with a few friends (one of which was my ex g/f) we all got pretty trashed and then proceeded to one of my ex's friends house. there we continued to drink and laugh and talk about the good times.


i went to bed early because i had to drive home at 4 AM so i could be at work by 630 soon after my ex joined me on the floor in the second bed room, i pretended to be asleep. once she laid down she started to rub my hand and then my chest and then my crotch, the whole time i pretended to stay asleep. what made it even more akward was that her current boyfriend was asleep on the other side of her! if only i would have just not "stayed asleep" i would have a much more interesting story to tell. it was really hard not just rolling over and taking her right there on the floor, but i was just to afraid of waking up her boyfriend. maybe another time.

I worked in a lottery-scam boiler room

I can't tell anyone this because it is very embarrassing. I used to work the phones in a boiler room type operation. We would call hundreds of people a day and tell them they won the lottery and needed to forward a payment so the cheque would clear "customs".


Many people figured it was a scam and hung-up, but many many more fell for it. After working the scam for a couple week I had to quit. The guilt was killing me.
I was painfully reminded of my horrible past recently when my own grandmother fell victim to a similar scam. It made me want to curl up and die.

I secretly watch my roommate having sex

We have a common door between both rooms. He put a poster up on his side to block the windows, but I went in and put a tiny hole through the poster so I could look through to the other side.

He gets a ton of girls and I don't get many at all. I'm still a virgin.



I am getting some great pointers for when I do have sex for the first time. I have watched him have sex with at least twenty girls so far. I watch everything, from beginning to end. I usually end up playing with myself too as I watch.
I can't tell him or he'd kick my ass.

I have the perfect wife. Her 5 rules for my affairs.

This story belongs on TSYCT because I can't really brag about this to anyone. It's personal and about my wife so maybe you can post it joe?


My wife and I have been married for 4 years. We have had our ups and downs but through it all, we have been together. Strong you could say, even in moments of weakness. Anyways, I just changed careers and now work for Fed-Ex. My wife realized that I would be coming into contact with many more women now and as a result she has something very interesting to say to me before I start my first day at the job. This won't be verbatim but it'll be as close as I can get.

"Now you'll be coming into hot receptionists and the like. Women that have had fantasies about sleeping with the Fed-Ex man. Here's my rules.

#1- You can't have sex with them without me present.
#2- You can't make out with them. No passion, only lust.
#3- You must tell me all about it after.
#4- You must not lie at any time or it's over.
#5- You must wear a condom.



I know that men have desires. I might even want to shag the guy down at the shop that fixes my car. It's all about honesty. If you are honest, I have no problems with you fulfilling your sexual needs elsewhere. Again, you may not sleep with any other women, unless I am in the room as well. That is not negotiable.
Just remember to respect my wishes and I will grant yours."

Can you believe she said that????????????
I couldn't say anything the entire time she was speaking. My mouth was wide open the whole time. I couldn't in my wildest dream imagine she would say that to me. I sort of had my suspicious that she was a little more open minded than most. She is always watching sex shows on TV like the Sin Cities one. I watch it sometime too. Anyway, I guess she is a little more openminded that I imagined.

I don't nkow it I will ever act on this knowledge I have. It's nice to know the option is there. Gives me a bit more confidence.

That's my story. I hope you post it.

And you know my name is Simon