22 M here (I'm Sinhala tho). I've been having this fantasy of sucking a Muslim/Arabic guy who's wearing a jubba or a thobe. The thrill of blowing him while under the jubba/thobe excites me. Plus if the guy is married, that is extra kinky for me. Looking for some wild halaal cock to satisfy this fantasy of mine. DM pls.
I was MIT 😉
Obviously won't try it in the city we live in, but maybe on a trip somewhere. She says she'd be too jealous to try a ffm so mfm for now, which I also think is hot. What do you think?
It all started with a quick scroll through Instagram.
Her profile caught my attention almost immediately. She had rich, dark skin, a captivating presence, and a natural confidence that seemed to come through in every photograph. There was something about the way she carried herself that made me curious. Without thinking too much about it, I followed her, expecting nothing more than the usual exchange that happens between strangers on social media.
At first, that was exactly what it was.
A reaction to a story here. An emoji there. An occasional comment.
Nothing serious.
But over the next month, our conversations gradually became more regular. I learned that she was twenty-four, in her final year at a government university, and constantly balancing studies, friends, family, and her relationship.
One weekend, she posted photographs from a villa where she had gone with her boyfriend. I replied, asking where the place was.
That simple question turned into a surprisingly long conversation.
From then on, we started talking more often. Casual messages slowly became genuine conversations, and before I realized it, we had developed a comfortable friendship.
She was easy to talk to. There was no pressure to impress each other, and conversations could move from university and everyday life to relationships and random jokes without feeling forced.
Then, gradually, her Instagram stories became a little bolder.
She began posting more confident photographs, and I found myself paying more attention than I probably should have.
One afternoon, I saw a photograph that caught me completely off guard.
Without thinking, I messaged her.
“Your legs look really hot.”
“Thank you!” she replied.
Her response encouraged me, and unfortunately, my confidence got ahead of my judgment. I switched the conversation to Vanish Mode and pushed the conversation further.
She responded to my next message, but when I asked a more personal question, her tone suddenly changed. An angry-face emoji appeared on my screen.
I immediately realized I had crossed a boundary.
I had never really flirted with someone like that before, and suddenly I felt embarrassed by my own behavior. I apologized sincerely and told her I hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable.
Thankfully, she accepted the apology.
“It’s okay,” she said.
We moved on.
If anything, that awkward moment taught me something important about our friendship. We could be honest with each other when one of us crossed a line. After that, our conversations returned to normal—her studies, her life, her boyfriend, and everything else we usually talked about.
A few weeks later, she posted an artistic photograph of a couple sharing an intimate moment.
Curiosity got the better of me.
I asked whether she and her boyfriend shared moments like that.
She answered honestly. They did, she said, but his demanding job kept him busy, so they didn't get as much quality time together as they wanted.
That conversation gradually became more personal. I asked a few questions about relationships and intimacy, but once again, she stopped me.
“I can't really answer these kinds of questions without checking with my boyfriend first.”
I immediately understood.
“My bad. Totally understand,” I replied.
I expected the conversation to become awkward after that.
Instead, the following morning I woke up to a cheerful message.
“Good morning!”
Then came another message.
“I told my boyfriend about you.”
Before I had time to wonder what she meant, I noticed a new Instagram request.
It was from her boyfriend.
I accepted it.
His message was simple, but the meaning behind it was clear. He knew about me. He knew about our conversations. Most importantly, he trusted her enough to allow the friendship to continue openly.
I gave him my word that I would respect that trust.
From that point onward, something changed.
There were no more uncomfortable secrets or uncertainty about what was acceptable to discuss. Her boyfriend knew about our friendship, and she felt comfortable talking openly with me.
Our Instagram conversations became part of our daily routine.
Almost every evening, whenever we both had free time, we'd switch to Vanish Mode and talk for hours. We discussed university, work, relationships, dreams, problems, and sometimes deeply personal subjects.
She was one of the few people I'd ever met who could talk about private matters with such openness. I began looking forward to seeing her name appear on my phone.
Weeks passed.
Eventually, a thought kept returning to me.
What would it be like to meet her in person?
One day, I finally asked.
“Would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”
She smiled through her reply.
“I need to ask my boyfriend first.”
I waited.
A little later, she came back with an answer.
“He said it's okay.”
I was genuinely happy.
With his approval, I assumed arranging a simple coffee would be easy.
It wasn't.
Every time we made plans, something happened. She postponed. Sometimes she cancelled at the last minute. At first, I didn't think much of it. She was in a committed relationship, and even with her boyfriend's permission, meeting another man was understandably something she had to think carefully about.
But after several cancellations, I started wondering whether the meeting would ever happen.
Maybe she was teasing me.
Maybe she enjoyed talking about meeting more than actually meeting.
Still, I never allowed the disappointment to affect our friendship.
I enjoyed talking to her too much.
So we continued.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
Eventually, I stopped expecting the coffee to happen at all.
Then, one afternoon, I asked again.
“How about coffee this week?”
This time, her answer was immediate.
“Come and pick me up at the university entrance.”
My heart lifted.
After so many failed attempts, it finally seemed real.
I drove toward the university with a smile on my face, imagining what it would feel like to finally meet someone I'd spent so many hours talking to through a phone screen.
Then, only a few minutes before I arrived, my phone buzzed.
“I can't come out.”
I stared at the message.
After a few seconds, I replied:
“It's okay.”
But honestly, it wasn't.
The excitement disappeared. I turned the car around and drove home disappointed.
We tried again later.
The same thing happened.
By then, I had almost convinced myself that meeting her simply wasn't meant to happen.
Yet somehow, our friendship never changed.
We continued talking, laughing, sharing stories, and spending hours in conversation as though the cancelled meetings had never happened.
Months later, I decided to ask one final time.
To my surprise, she said yes.
This time, I refused to get excited.
I got into my car expecting another cancellation. I told myself that if it happened again, I would simply accept it.
When I reached the university entrance, I waited quietly.
Then I saw her.
She walked toward the car, opened the door, smiled, and sat beside me.
For a moment, I couldn't believe it.
After nearly a year of conversations through a screen, she was finally sitting beside me.
And strangely, it didn't feel like meeting a stranger.
There was no awkward introduction.
No nervous silence.
She was exactly the person I had come to know through our conversations.
We drove to a nearby coffee shop and found a quiet corner.
What was supposed to be a quick coffee turned into hours of conversation.
We talked about university, work, relationships, funny conversations we'd had online, and all the little memories we'd collected during the previous year.
It felt just like Instagram.
Except there was no screen between us anymore.
Time disappeared.
Every time I looked at my watch, another hour had passed.
Eventually, though, it was time to take her back to the university.
During the drive, she suddenly smiled.
“Let's take some photos. I want to send them to my boyfriend.”
We pulled over and began taking pictures together.
She wanted him to know where she was and who she was with. We laughed as we tried different poses, and the photographs became another part of the strange story the three of us were gradually creating.
At one point, I jokingly asked whether I could have a kiss before she left.
She smiled, shook her head, and politely refused.
I laughed and accepted her answer without making it awkward.
A few minutes later, I dropped her back at the university.
She thanked me for the coffee, waved goodbye, and disappeared through the gate.
As I drove home, I kept thinking about the day.
It had taken almost an entire year.
A year of conversations, cancelled plans, disappointment, patience, and hope.
For most people, it would have been an ordinary afternoon.
For me, it was a day I'd waited nearly a year to experience.
And somehow, that first meeting changed everything.
Afterward, our conversations became even more personal.
We often talked about the little things that had happened during our coffee date. She laughed about certain moments, while I reminded her about others.
There was a new ease between us.
A new chemistry.
She also told me that she'd shown her boyfriend all the photographs from our meeting.
“He liked the pictures,” she said.
That made me smile.
There was something reassuring about knowing that he wasn't being kept in the dark. He knew about our friendship, our conversations, and our meetings.
A few weeks later, I asked her again.
“Should we meet sometime?”
This time, she didn't simply answer yes or no.
Instead, she teased me.
“What will you give me if I come to see you again? And where are you taking me?”
I laughed.
“I'd love to give you a kiss,” I replied.
For a moment, there was no response.
Then she sent a smiling emoji.
That tiny reaction made me wonder whether something between us had begun to change.
She also mentioned that she wanted to take some new photographs and videos during our meeting so she could share them with her boyfriend.
“Okay,” I replied.
The following evening, I drove to the university.
When she got into the car, we both agreed that neither of us really wanted another coffee shop visit. We'd already spent hours talking over coffee the first time.
This time, we simply wanted to drive around, find somewhere quiet, and enjoy being together.
Before we left, I handed her a small bottle of perfume.
“This is for you.”
She smiled.
“Thank you.”
It was the first gift I'd ever given her, and her reaction made me happier than I expected.
We drove around for a while looking for somewhere quiet where we could talk without being disturbed. Eventually, I found a peaceful place and stopped the car.
For a while, nothing happened.
We simply talked.
Then I reached for her hand.
She didn't pull away.
The atmosphere felt different from our first meeting.
The nervousness was gone.
We had spent months talking, and now we were sitting together with all that history between us.
I looked at her and remembered the countless conversations we'd shared.
Slowly, I leaned closer and kissed her cheek.
She remained close.
The moment became more intimate, and eventually we shared a kiss.
For a while, neither of us seemed interested in thinking about anything beyond that moment.
When we finally pulled apart, we smiled at each other.
Neither of us needed to say much.
The connection we'd been building through countless conversations suddenly felt real.
Afterward, she remembered the photographs she wanted to take for her boyfriend. She took out her phone, and we started taking pictures together.
Everything remained transparent between the three of us. She intended to share the moments with him, and I respected that.
We laughed, experimented with different poses, and captured memories of the evening.
We also made a short personal video that she could decide whether to share with him.
The experience felt exciting—not simply because of the closeness between us, but because of the unusual trust that existed between all three people involved.
Eventually, we realized it was getting late.
I drove her back toward the university.
Neither of us said much during the journey.
We were both quietly processing what had happened.
When we reached the entrance, she thanked me and got out of the car.
I watched her walk through the gate before driving away.
On the way home, I thought about how different the second meeting had been from the first.
The first time, we'd been two people who had spent nearly a year talking online before finally meeting.
This time, there was already history between us.
There was trust.
There was chemistry.
And there was a new memory that neither of us would easily forget.
Later that evening, I called her boyfriend.
“Thank you,” I told him. “I really appreciate the trust you've given us.”
He had trusted us from the beginning, and I wanted him to know that I understood the responsibility that came with that trust.
As I ended the call, I thought about how strange the entire journey had been.
A random Instagram follow had become a friendship.
The friendship had become daily conversations.
Those conversations had eventually led to a meeting.
The first meeting had taken almost a year to happen.
The second had happened only a few weeks later.
Whatever this relationship was becoming, it was no longer the simple Instagram friendship I'd imagined when I first pressed the Follow button.
Something had changed.
And for the first time, I had no idea where the story would take us next.
Hi I am straight guy...
But I want a submissive guy to give me a blowjob and worship my cock.....nothing more than that
My dick is 5+ inch don't expect anything bigger
I'm curious about something. In fap sessions, a lot of guys start off saying they're straight, but end up getting into bi stuff once they're horny. Posts about bisexual content also get tons of comments, so there seem to be more bi-curious guys around than expected, many with girlfriends or wives. I'm fine with it (sometimes I'm curious too 😉😂), just wondering what's going on with guys here in SL (including me😂). No romantic feelings involved, purely sexual curiosity.
How do you guys / girls find sugar babies ? I make a decent living and want someone to spoil, how do you go about finding a girl like that?
Has your girlfriend or wife ever brought up that she wasn’t fully satisfied with the sex?
If yes: How did she say it and what happened after?
If no: Do you ever ask her if she’s happy, and is it on us to check?
Living abroad opens up some really unexpected experiences, but this one definitely stands out!
A while back, I connected with an attractive local couple looking for a respectful, fit third. We decided to meet up for drinks first to see if the chemistry was there. From the start, the vibe was effortless! During our conversation, they mentioned how much they appreciated my background! saying how refreshing it was to connect with a polite, charming Sri Lankan guy who brought great energy, respect, and confidence to the table without any ego!
When we ended up back at their place, the connection with his wife was incredible! We took our time, focused on mutual pleasure, and kept the mood passionate yet completely respectful of their dynamic. Her husband loved watching the chemistry unfold, and afterward, they both couldn't stop complimenting how smooth and attentive I was!
A few weeks later (last night), the husband reached out with a surprising message! one of their close lifestyle couple friends was looking for a trustworthy solo guy, and they had personally recommended me! We met on a bar! The five us of had great time! Kept the flag high on this! Connecting with the second couple was just as amazing, knowing I’d earned that trust!
Has anyone else had a great experience with a couple lead directly to meeting their friends in the lifestyle?
There is a woman like to have sex with. She accepted my FB request and stalked her profile a few times. She is 12 yrs older than me. I need some advices from someone who actually had sex with older woman.
- how to start the conversation ?
- do i need to be more interactive before sending a DM ? Likes and comments etc.
- is there anything to change on my profile ?
- how to find some common ground to keep the conversation going ?
I have like tons of questions to ask. I really wanna have sex with her 🫠.
Plz guys help me to get her. I’m seeking help from the beginning. I never had any luck with older woman.
So help me !!!!!!!!
I hve frnd who is slutty who is an ex gf of me. She left me in the relationship which was about 6 months after my school studies. Problem is that she is acting like an innocent for me which i know she isnt. I don't like that. She has come bck recently(was chatting odd at mean time) and behave like she is intome. And me also having that feelings for her though i know her behaviour.
What should i do?
Hey guys,
Recently I had sex after a while actually my first vaginal sex. And while I was doing it realised that I have the death Grip Syndrome , for those who don't know about it - it happens when your nerve system gets adopted to your hand motion and for you to ejaculate you need tighter grip like your hand and when you put it in the vagina it doesn't work well. Just asking help from anyone who has it. How can I get it cured. Web says it's better stop masturbating for a two weeks time and then start doing it with lube.
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Hey guys,
Looking for a hotel or villa in Sri Lanka with a private plunge pool or a pool where you won't get overlooked by staff, neighbors, or walking paths.
Trying to plan a couples trip where we can actually use the pool in peace without worrying about anyone seeing us. Planning to get wild in water. If you know any spots with total seclusion, let me know. And you are most welcome to share your experience as well.
Cheers!
I have this fantasy for one of my friend. She is pretty much ordinary looking not sexy af. But she got nice boobs. For some reason i’m in love with these. I really like to suck boobs. I know that she is single. But i’m afraid of asking out this directly.
Idk what will happen to this friendship if she say no.
I’m really confused here. I have a thought of getting caught starring at them. I really have no idea how to start this conversation. So getting caught and blushing seems to be an option for me.
Can someone help me with please ?
I think i need some A - Z advices