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This happened a few summers ago, I was visiting some family in PA, in a city where I knew no one, and all of my family was packed into a tiny little Townhouse. Two bathrooms, but between 8 people, thats really not enough. People were sleeping on pull out beds, blow up mattresses, couches, etc. It was a mess. In the hot summer heat too. I was there for 3 days without any sort of masturbation, and I’m someone who self-love’s at least once a day, so 3 days was a record for me. With no where to truly hide, I went into the bathroom, turned the water on to muffle the noise, and laid on the bathroom floor so I could get a proper legs-spread-wide masturbation session going. Right as I was about to cum, I heard my MOM knocking on the door. She says she needs me to open the door quick so she can grab her makeup bag. I quick turn the vibe off, and hope bare-assed onto the toilet, vibe in the rim on the pants hiding, as I reach over to unlock the door. She comes in, and I pretend to be peeing. She asks why the water is on, I say it relaxes me haha. Then I feel that the vibe I’m hiding is still buzzing on low! So I started singing and humming to cover up the noise. Mom gives me a strange look then leaves and I lock the door again. Oh great, she thinks I’m a singing-water-listening-to-pee’er! Totally ruined my mood! It’s a great funny story, it’s even funnier in person and I actually act it

A few years ago I was dating a really gorgeous girl. I was really in love and I’d met her family and things were going well. We hadn’t slept together yet but we’d had a few heavy-petting and phone sex sessions. One evening I was home alone and thinking about my sexy girl and feeling frisky. I started to ‘pleasure myself’ and was pretty close to the big O when the phone rang. I thought it might be my girl and I thought it would be really sexy to talk to her while I was in the midst of a hot moment so I answered the phone. It wasn’t my girl – it was HER MOM! Who called just to chat. Needless to say I was pretty breathless and disheveled and found it difficult to compose myself. I thought I was convincing enough and after a little chat we hung up. A little while later my girl called to tell me she’d just spoke with her mom who said I sounded “strange” on the phone. I had to confess to her the reason I did not sound myself. It was a running joke for a while about the time her mom ‘interupted me’. Needless to say, I now let the machine answer the phone if I’m “busy”.

The day after my wife and I “got together” for the first time, we were supposed to go on a 5-mile fund raising walk in Winter Park, CO with a 3rd friend, who was straight. This friend, X, had actually been the one to suggest that we bring G (now my wife), as the 2 of us had previously signed up for the walk before G and I had even met. We had been sort of “group dating” for a while, and the night before we were to leave, she and I finally shared our first kiss–and our first night together. We woke up at my apartment, and realized that friend X was coming to pick ME up there, then the plan was that she and I would then pick up G. We (grown women, now, not teenagers!), scrambled around, and I took G back to her house and ran BACK to my apartment before X arrived. We then left in X’s car and picked up G at her house like nothing had happened. G. is motion sick in the back seat, so I sat in the back while X and G sat up front. Naturally it was torture, and we “snuck” holding hands whenever we thought X might not be looking.

We drove to Denver the first night and spent the night at a mutual friend’s house. We were all supposed to be in 1 room, but then X said she would rather sleep on the couch downstairs because the air matress I was on was too squeaky. Or maybe she figured out what was going on, I don’t know. Once she left the room, G and I stripped and hopped happily into bed. But before anything could “get going” X came back into the room for something she had forgotten. She saw us in the bed with the covers up to our chins, and she came over to the bed. For one horrifying moment, I thought she was going to rip the covers back and there we would be–exposed! I think she must have seen something in my eyes, and she didn’t do that, but it was a close call. The next day, we did the walk, and then all 3 of us shared a room with G and I in 1 bed and X in the other. Of course, G and I could not keep our hands off each other, even though we TRIED to be quiet. Later, we found out we were not successful and X wasn’t real happy about that. It was an awkward weekend, but G and I are still hot for each other, I’m happy to say!

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We’d been making love for sometime and had recently become comfortable with the idea of fisting. To prepare, I alternated pleasing her with my tongue, toys and fingers. Feeling her slickness on my hands, I braced her at the hip, sliding a fouth finger inside her and rotated enough to make a small fist, but not it wasn’t enough to slide in comfortably. She was too tight for me to slide out either. As I eyeballed the nightstand for our lube, I remembered I had put it away in the dresser, several yards from the bed. We had to make it there together – I couldn’t pull out! She didn’t want me to! As she walked over to the dresser, I was practically dragged across the floor, crawling on my knees, stuck inside her. She managed to grab the bottle and lube up. Instead of finishing her back in bed (whew, that’s a long walk when youre on your knees), I ran my mouth over her clit, slid my fist inside her and made her cum still standing. Upon orgasm, though, she became weak in the knees, her weight bearing down on my nose. Ouch!

What a sweetheart, paying for my ER co-pay that night. <3

The first weekend my girlfriend came to visit me in Ohio I took her to Cedar Point—we love Roller Coasters! We decided to camp out near the park, and at lunch we left to set up our tent and grab some non-amusement park food. When we got to the campsite there were a bunch of families hanging around—it was Labor Day (one of the last big weekends at Cedar Point before the season ends). As we were setting up our tiny, “two person” tent we ended up feeling a little frisky and decided we needed a quick hook up before we could go back to the park. As we hadn’t seen each other in several weeks (our first real separation since we had met that summer), we had a lot of pent up sexual energy (which only increased as we had stayed at my very conservative parents house the night before). Needless to say, we got pretty into our “lunchtime romp,” and released much of that sexual energy that had been building up. After a short, post-coital nap, we decided we should get back to Cedar Point and enjoy the rest of our day. As we emerged from our tent and began to pack up my car, we noticed that we could easily see the sleeping bags and other items in our tent, because of the light and time of day. Whoops! Everyone near our campsite was able to see our entire midday “park break.”

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The fall of 1989 and my boyfriend goes away to his first year at college. Just so happened that I already knew his two roommates from a small town in IL due to a friend of mine in college the previous year. The four of us hung out a lot when I visited. One night, my boyfriend and I were far too horny and figured if we were quiet it would be ok as his roommates were asleep. We spooned and had sex. It was a lot of fun. The next morning he jumped in the shower first and his two roommates look at me, look at each other, looked back and me and said, “Thanks! That was fun.” They’d been awake the entire time.

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This is probably one of THE most embarrassing moments of.my.life.

It was two years ago when my roommates were getting married, and we had the groom’s mother, and three brothers staying in our house for the three days leading up to the big day.
Well needless to say that whenever a wedding is involved there is going to be stress, and stress there was. I was sooooo stressed out with wedding details, and at having someone elses mother in my house, I was in SERIOUS need of a little “release”.
So I *quietly* took care of business that night after I thought everyone had gone to bed.
Unfortunately I had forgotten to put my dog outside for the night. At some point during the night he had come into my room, found my pink-silicone “friend” and took it out into the living room to chew on.

When I walked into the living room the next morning, I found my roommates soon-to-be mother in law with my vibrator in her hand, staring at it confused trying to figure out what it was.
*sigh* She figured it out before I could yank it out of her hand.

She didn’t make eye contact with me again the rest of the time she was in town.
Unfortunately, my dog decided that he liked my pink-jelly

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My most embarrassing moment – he was spanking me…hard, and I was squirming all over the place trying to get away. He finally ended up pinning me under his body and just started smacking away while I hollered.
Well, I guess all of that squirming must have worked something loose, ’cause all of a sudden there was a “toooot”. I turned bright red and he froze. We just sort of stayed frozen for a moment and he burst out laughing. I just about died!
Even worse, he decided that wasn’t enough to stop spanking me, so he kept on going, making me toot two or three more times. I think my face stayed scarlet for the rest of the evening. Oh, it was awful!

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I was in Barcelona for Spring Break with a couple of my roommates from my study abroad program. We were staying in a pretty cool hostel, with a bar. Unfortunately the bar closed around midnight and my roommates decided to call it a night; so I decided to go out with a group of people I had met in the hostel (one in particular had caught my eye). We went to a few bars and T and I were really hitting it off, and I was having a fabulous time flirting and having drinks bought for me. As the bars started closing and we headed back to the hostel (around 3 am), T kissed me. I was excited, standing in the streets of Barcelona kissing this beautiful person. But before long we realized we were both staying in a hostel where we were sharing a room with about 18 other people. We headed to the laundry room on the third floor, closed the door and the window, and our clothes quickly fell to the floor. T sat me up on the washing machine and began licking my throbbing clit. Before long we were on the floor, me on top having some of the most amazing sex of my life. Right as I was about to orgasm we heard a loud siren and saw flashing lights. I stood up and opened the window just a bit to see what was going on.

The fire alarm was going off. T was not deterred by a little thing like a fire alarm and didn’t want to stop our romantic frolic in the laundry room quite yet. Less than thirty seconds after the alarm started going off there were voices right outside the room. I began to get a little bit nervous. Then I heard someone say, “This is where it started.” And there was a loud knock on our door. (I have never thrown on clothes so quickly in my life). One man said, we know you are in there, come out, you set the fire alarm off. T said calmly, “Just a minute.” And I was sure they could hear my heart beating out of my chest. “Come on, we are just trying to do our job, open the door now,” the voice sounded angrier and more impatient. “I am working here too, guys,” T responded nonchalantly. I was impressed that T was staying to calm, cool, and collected under such pressure.

Finally, T dressed and opened the door to see three of the hostel employees standing outside looked annoyed. I quickly ran up to my room without making eye contact with the three men. As I left I heard T talking to them, and saw one of the men give T a pat on the back.

When I got to my room one of my roommates was sitting up on her bed, confused and disoriented, “What happened?” she said. “I will tell you in the morning,” I responded. I was still shaking as I climbed into the top bunk, and only then realized I had forgotten my thong in the laundry room.

At the beginning of my current relationship, my gf and I had sex a LOT. For awhile last summer we were having sex 2 or 3 times a day. One particularly hot and boring afternoon we wound up in a “compromised” position.

K was sitting on the couch and I came in from the kitchen carrying a glass of water. The air conditioner wasn’t on and it was pretty hot in the living room. Somehow the water splashed out of my glass and all over K…oops. It was on. This little water fight progressed onto the living room floor and I managed to get drenched too. One thing led to another and we were having slightly rowdy sex in the middle of the living room floor.

Then I heard laughter and some obviously fake moaning noises. I turned around to the door of our apartment and the door was open about an inch and there were a couple of our neighbors in the hallway moaning and carrying on mimicking our sex. I sort of rolled toward the door and closed it as fast as possible. SOS!

For the next several months I continued to run into one of the girls from the hallway and she always gave me a sort of smirk. They’ve since moved out, and I can’t say I’m sad! (I’m also REALLY thankful that it was this set of neighbors…one of the girls is gay and they smoke a lot of pot. The rest of our neighbors are really old or hardcore Christians).

Let’s just say I have learned to make sure the door is securely shut before sex (there’s some weird suction action with the hallway that pulls it open if we’re not careful).

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It was around 10:00pm, my plane had just landed in Louisville KY. I was about to see my girlfriend after being away from her for far too long. I was excited, and very horny. As soon as I got in the car we began a hot and heavy make out session. After this we continued to the Louisville Mall to go to the Cheesecake Factory for some wine and dinner. In the car we could not keep our hands off of each other. We decided to pull into an empty part of the parking lot for a quick hookup. As soon as we parked my girlfriend climbed on top of me in the passenger seat. We picked up right where we left off. Quickly our shirts and bras were off. I was about to put my hand down her jeans to feel her clit, when headlights shined in on us. Seconds after the headlights, came the yellow lights from the mall security car. I quickly grabbed a random tank top and leapt out of the car before the security guard could come to us, and see my half naked girlfriend. As I approached his car, he rolled down his window. I was quick to say “We’re sorry Sir, we were just leaving.” He responded with, “It’s a beautiful thing, but you can’t do that here.”

We got the kids to bed and decided to take a shower together. Everything was perfect. Lights off, candle lit on the toilet tank. While she was sponging my back with one hand, she let her other hand wander over my breats. So I turned around to kiss her and things got a bit steamy. I was pressed up against the shower and without thinking I lifted one leg to wrap around her hip. She shifted position to accomodate me.

Wet tile. Soapy back. Off balance. Change in position. Can you see where this is going? I wound up slipping…out of the tub…onto the toilet bowl. The impact jarred the candle and it fell onto the floor. And my kids heard the clunk and were standing outside the bathroom door asking if we were OK…laughing hysterically. Our romantic shower that was intended as foreplay ended up with a trip to the emergency room to have the lump on my head checked out and me telling the triage nurse that I slipped in the shower – only to have her pointedly look at my wet hair and then glance over at my girlfriend’s equally sopped mop and snicker.

And the absolute worst part of all this? While I was lying in bed with a bag of ice on my noggin, I could see her on her knees, scraping the wax off the bathroom floor – there she was in a position I never dreamed she’d be in and I was too sore to do anything about it!

I was still in college and had just started dating this guy. We spent the afternoon ‘studying’ in his dorm room and of course one thing led to another. I soon found myself naked, on my back with him stradled over me while I gave him a blow job. This was not my accustomed position for doing this and to this day it brings back memories which make me laugh so much I can’t do it that way. Anyway, it had been awhile for him, or at least that was his excuse, when about three minutes after starting, I had to pull back for a second (hey, I needed breath and was kind of new at this myself- pussy is much easier to deal with in certain situations). In that split second, he groaned and I ended up with an eyeful. Literally. We broke up shortly there after.

My favorite position with a certain partner was cowgirl: me riding him. One night the riding went on and on and on. When we were finished and he tried to stand up, he yelped with pain, grabbing his lower abdomen. He continued to be in terrible pain so I took him to the doctor the next day. A CT scan determined I had bruised several of his lower abdominal organs, and cracked his pelvis. Whoops.

I was in bed with my girlfriend and grabbed a bottle of lube from the shelf and began to use my fingers in her. I worked her real good until my whole hand slipped in. We were both having a good time until I looked down and saw all this red mixed in with the lube. I began freaking out thinking it was blood and that I had hurt my girlfriend. Then she pointed out that I was using strawberry lube which was colored red. Whoops!

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So, losing one’s virginity is supposed to be the best day of any teenager’s life, right?

I was 17, and I had been spending all of midwinter break with a close friend of mine, M. We went to the mall one day, went for a walk in the park the next, and then we decided to go to the downtown ice rink and skate for a while. We had been flirting for quite some time now, weeks it seemed. And of course, there was flirting on the ice, but the presence of little children kinda turned us off, so we decided to take off for a tea lounge nearby. We each got a cup of tea and took a seat on one of the couches in the lounge, and continued talking and flirting. After a while, the tea and the atmosphere made me bold and i asked her if she had ever considered me attractive… sexually. She replied, coyly, that she had, and wondered if i found her attractive, which, of course, i did.

After a bit more chatting and mutual flirting, i suggested we head to her place, as I knew her parents both worked the night shift. We pulled up to her house, went upstairs to her room, and as the door shut behind us we started ripping off each other’s clothes. We were really getting into it, foreplay for a while and then we moved on to sex. As things were really getting hot and heavy, my cell phone rang. It was my mother. I knew that if I didn’t pick up my phone, my mother would not stop calling, or, worse yet, drive around looking for me. And my friend lived on a main street near my high school, so my mother would have found my car easily. M said “just don’t answer,” and I explained why I needed to answer, pulled out of M, steadied my breathing, and answered my phone. I made up a bullshit excuse for why I wasn’t home yet, told my mom I would be home in a half hour, and hung up. M just looked at me with a smirk on her face, and we went back at it and finished. To this day, I am mocked by M for answering my phone during my first sexual experience.

Lesson learned? Make up the excuse BEFORE having sex, and turn off the phone so there are no interruptions.

One of the things I miss the most about home while I’m at college is my detachable shower head. For many years, that masterpiece of design brought me good hygiene, great orgasms, and the occasional sideways look from my mom after yet another 45-minute-long shower. Over spring break last year, I was happily getting reacquainted with my erstwhile friend when I felt something of a surge in temperature between my legs. It happened several times and passed quickly every time, so being a little distracted, I didn’t think much of it (and if I had, I probably would have thought it was internal rather than external, just another of the strange physiological woohoos orgasms produce in us).

Turns out, I totally burned my clit, along with a wide swath of surrounding pink parts. Wiping hurt, running hurt, everything was tender and itched awkwardly in a way that was hard to scratch without then getting awkwardly half-aroused. For weeks afterward, the only way I was able to find a little bit of relief was by lying in bed, legs spread, fanning myself.

My Lover and I decided one night that we were going to play in bed. Have a mini-session he called it. He laid me upon the comforter spread eagle, wrists loosely placed in silk scarves above my head. He told me he wanted to test my control. He then poured warming oil over my clit and started to rub a vibe over the swollen nub. Everytime he would bring me right to the edge, he would add more of the warming oil. I squirmed, I wiggled, I fought back with everything I had, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to stop! It was hot down there, and I wanted that burn to cease! That only stoked him on more, and he added more of that oil, I rebelled and started to buck and writhe in my fevered fury. He lay across the bottom half of my legs and continued to torture me. It felt as if there were a million fire ants biting away at the delicate flesh. I gave him one swift kick, he went sailing off the bed, bumped his head, cussed and then silence. I thought maybe he was okay and watching me, just one of his mind games.
I slipped a hand free grabbed the vibe, soothed the burn to some degree and have a more glorious orgasm. While moaning and groaning I hear him in my foggy brain, “You really need to quit being such a self-serving wench and take me to the ER! NOW!”
He ended up with ten stitches,.

Whoops!

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This happened several years ago while I was living in London for a few months. I had found an apartment in a great location, the only downside was that I had to share this small three bedroom place with 6 other people. An older Italian lady and I shared a bedroom which limited any self-pleasure to when she was not home.

One day I was in the shower and decided to take advantage of the detachable shower head. The tiny bathroom was just adjacent to the tiny kitchen, which was our only communal space so I had to be very quiet. I leaned against the bathroom wall, with my legs apart and brought the shower head down, aiming the water at my clit. The water pressure was not that strong but eventually I started to get into it and moved my pelvis gently and I got closer to orgasm, my back against the wall.

Crack.

Suddenly my ass was no longer against the wall. I had managed to pop out two tiles with my butt to leave a hole in the wall. I was mortified at the idea of explaining to my six roommates who I had broken the shower wall so I propped the tiles back into place so that they would fall out when someone else was in there and then denied all knowledge of it…

I was home during a break between college terms, and spent most of the daylight hours alone, while everyone else was at work or at school. I have this small pink latex buttplug, and one day I took it out to play with. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to clean up, and somehow decided it would be a good idea to put the plug in a cup of water to soak. I promptly forgot about it and went off to do something else.

That night, my mom came home from work and, upon entering the bathroom, spied the cup full of water, with my upended plug inside. I heard her call my name and immediately remembered what I’d left in the bathroom. I hurried over and, when she asked what was in the cup, made up a lame story of getting my “paperweight” dirty and needing to soak it clean. She shrugged and left to start dinner, and as soon as she was gone I poured out the water, rinsed the plug and hid it deep in my closet.

I was mortified at my mom having seen it, and wondered if she even believed my story. But the alternative is waaaaay too embarrassing to even consider!

Whoops!

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I spent a summer on a co-ed work project in a fairly conservative country that hand-screened baggage. So picture this: three months, no girlfriend, dorm-style housing five to a room, everyone able to hear you all the time because the walls and windows were so thin, squeaky beds, limited hot water and monitored showers, and no toys at all. It was amazingly frustrating, and I got pretty good at being sixteen years old again: (almost) completely silent, minimal movement, that whole shebang. And then, one day, I had the good fortune to be between roommates: sharing my room with just one other chick, who was off in town that day shopping, and it was my day off, and I was pretty much masturbating as soon as I woke up. And I didn’t even have to be all that quiet or completely motionless! Awesome!

Except, that lump of blankets on the other bunk bed? Not so much a lump of blankets. It turned out that we’d gotten a new roommate at 3 am: an older conservative woman who disapproved of masturbation. And who I woke up after her long night of travel. Because my bed was squeaking and my hand was down my shorts.

And then we lived together for two more months.

WHOOPS.

I call this “the butt plug story.”

So.

A few years ago I realize “Hey! I’m into butt sex! And I have a debit card and Babeland has a website! Rock!” So I go out and buy a beginner’s basic black plug for my rear end, wait the 3-5 business days, and get it in plain brown packaging at my college.

I use it a few times and realize it’s the shit (no pun intended) and am addicted. So one day I’m using it in my room (in a suite for 6) and forget to lock the door. How do I know? Because my roommate walks in. I’m under the covers, still clothed on top, so I wait about five minutes before realizing she isn’t leaving, and quickly shimmying into my pants under the blanket. I get up and run to the bathroom to take it out.

I’m sitting in the bathroom on the toilet and I think “Okay, it’s still in, let’s give this a shot.” Try and masturbate for about five minutes before realizing it’s just not working and giving up. I push the plunger, stand up.

And as I stand up, my butt muscles release, the plug falls into the bowl, and goes *SHWOOOOP* down the pipes.

I stand there staring at the bowl for about five minutes, hoping it’ll magically reappear. All I can picture is the plumbing for the entire dorm seizing up, and some plumber standing there digging in the plumbing, holding up the plug between two fingers and going “Now there’s yer problem, right there!” or having it float up in the middle of the night to say hello to one of my roommates.

I spend the next three days periodically going into the bathroom and flushing the toilet obsessively. On the fourth day one of my roommates takes me aside and asks “Are you feeling okay? You seem to be going to the bathroom a lot.”

*face palm*

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I’m going to unwind with a glass of wine for her. Yes Mistress
I smiled as I retreated into the bedroom. My heart thumping that I could please my owner, I quickly stripped off the spacious shirt, relieved her bladder and knelt in front of her bed. She slowed her breathing, patiently waiting, sitting back on her haunches, palms facing up on thighs, back straightened with breasts pushed forward and eyes lowered. I adored this position for her.