[MF] Stairwell

I once got talking to this girl name Beth on tinder. We started out joking but somewhere between getting her number our conversation escalated. I remember we were so incredibly different at first, she was about to start an internship at Fox News and I’m anything but someone who likes that world. But each time I thought about bailing the hot girl in the photos and the escalating tension kept me going back.

I think she liked how when ever her political side and he obvious interest in just getting famous made me think less of her. I think she liked the hate fuck tension that was rising. The escalation led to how I would treat her like a slut. How I would make her my little conservative fuck toy. We planned for her to come over in her most work appropriate skirt and blazer. We planned how she would come all perfect and how I would ruin her.

Alisha [FM]

Alisha is 5’5 petite, thick brown curly hair that stayed above the ears despite its length and somewhere in her early 20’s. We met on RAMD a few years ago when I lived in Toronto. Alisha and I had spent less then a week texting back and fourth. The growing tension of exchanged photos, long descriptive messages and a plan to sneak down to Toronto’s Path one night and find somewhere in its corridors to have each other.

For anyone who doesn’t know the Path is a massive series of interconnecting corridors, open spaces and shops that sits under the city of Toronto. It spans kilometres and connects dozens of buildings. During the day it is full of the bankers and down town folks who work in the skyscrapers above. At night it is empty. It feels like an endless mall. No windows just the white light of commercial bulbs.

We met first in a hotel that had an entrance to the Path. Of course these first moments are strange. I had a beer and she had some tea. We joked and talked. We were both who we wanted the other to be. I remember at first she had trouble making eye contact, more looking around the room as we laughed. As the drinks emptied we were locking eyes. I suggested we start exploring what sat below us and we headed to the entrance.

Jen & Laura [FFM]

Jen and I dated for two hectic years. She was feisty, brash, a bit crazy and I loved every minute. When we first started seeing each other it was always driven by how much we were in perfect sync in the bedroom. Our sex life was a mixture of all the belts, scratching, experimenting, biting, sucking and public display that you could want. At 26, 5’4 and 100lb with boobs and booty of a far bigger women, she was firecracker.

Both of us were fanatical readers and we loved writing erotic messages to each other when we were apart. Long detailed stories of what we had done and what we wanted. Over those messages a constant scenario kept creeping up. Me being used by her and another women. The thought of her riding my cock as she stroked and felt someone as they rode my lips made us come more times than I could count.

Jen and I were always pretty open about our more ambitious sexual tastes. We had recently moved to a new city with a whole group of friends of almost all couples, all but one, Laura. Laura was about 5’9 thin and had an infectious smile. She was roommates with my best friend at the time. Over the occasional times we would run into each other there always felt like an attraction but mainly we were just people who hung out in the same crowd.