Author: alt-ercation

**I’m going to start to this story with something unsexy. In this one i was stupid, lust overcame, and i engaged in risky behavior. Thankfully she ended up being sane (no kid for me). And i got an STD check, which came back clean. So stay safe!**

I was in Prague with some friends and after a good amount of beer and comradery i decided i needed a night to myself. So during breakfast i downloaded tinder, uploaded some pictures, and started swipin’.

By lunch i was talking to this Czech Blonde. We exchanged information and had plans for drinks that evening. I’d heard rumors that Czech girls were the leave you at the door with a kiss type. But as soon as i touched her waist i could make out the faint outline of panties not meant for a night of solitude.

After a few cocktails the sexual tension started to rise and the conversation naturally drifted towards sex.
She liked getting tied up, having her ass eaten, and loved to be submissive. Perfect. I took a sip of my whiskey, pulled her in for a rough kiss. Read more »

We’d dated for a bit, but i think it was about convenience more than anything. We were living abroad and it was the sort of fling that started in a drunken night of passion. Then a short period of exclusivity. Then an amicable break.

We had mutual friends so we’d see each other at parties. Everything would be normal, but we still eyed each other. I knew i missed bringing her home and fucking her senseless at the end of the night. But until soon, i thought it was just me.

If i had to pick one word to describe this girl, it would be ‘Tight.’ Everything about her; her pussy, her body… Maybe the only thing that wasn’t was her mind (i mean she was smart), and of course her sense of humor. She laughed easily, and her accent. Man her accent gave me goose skin. Thick Glaswegian, rolled ‘R’s. Sexy beyond belief. As much as i liked fucking her if i could have fucked her accent, i would have given it a shot.

Then one night, at around midnight i get a text from her“Just because we’re not seeing each other, doesn’t necessarily mean we have to stop sleeping together.” I was inside her 15 minutes later. Read more »

I can’t say she was my first. And i can’t say i was hers. But we were each others first love. This much was undoubtable.

Since i’d first sat next to her in the fourth grade there had been a sort of magnetism between us. And as we grew it inevitably turned to a sort of a teenage longing. The object of unrequited passion, just beyond our fingertips.

We lived in a small West-Coast mountain hamlet with two high schools. And of course we both went to the other.

I saw her from time to time. But it seemed like it was the dream never to be. I kept true to my own pursuits, becoming captain of our water polo team. I had girlfriends. I started to shave.

One summer we went to a movie. And she was suddenly a woman. A gorgeous woman. Slender and blonde. Fit yet curvaceous. It was all i could do to not put my arm around her and bring her close to me. But my adolescent myopia had a certain honor to it. And i wasn’t a cheater. So i restrained. Afterwards she sheepishly told me she had found a boyfriend. I remember trying to convince myself i was happy for her. Read more »