Author: anoninwv

A new [f]riend shows [m]e the joys of outdoor sex.

I want to tell you about my new friend Haley.

Haley is taller than me by several inches; she’s got very long silky brown hair, pretty blue eyes, a great smile…and a killer rack. She was kind of crass, very funny, and totally cute. In short, exactly everything that makes West Virginia women so fucking awesome.

I took an interest in her about a year ago when we were both hanging out at a mutual friend’s house, but at the time she had a long-term boyfriend. He’s not in the picture anymore, and after chatting a little about our kids, I suggested we should hang out sometime.

We end up driving around, smoking a bowl, listening to music, talking. And after a rather blunt suggestion from me, parking at a car wash and fooling around in her back seat. I hadn’t really expected things to go the way they did (even though I had been the one to suggest climbing in the back seat) and I hadn’t brought condoms with me. So, that night wasn’t anything more than a lot of kissing and fondling and nibbling and stroking and fingering. Or, as she put it when I told her that I didn’t have any condoms: “We can still play!” Read more »

[M]eeting my [f]riend in her office for lunch

I usually have absolutely the *worst* luck on Tinder. I either never get matched, or the few matches I do make fizzle out and go nowhere. This is not one of those stories.

Her profile picture was from her neck to her waist. She was wearing a patterned blouse buttoned beneath her very ample breasts, a black tank top beneath hiding all but a glimpse of cleavage. Her profile text was simply three letters: DTF

I immediately swiped right and instantly matched. My own tinder profile is actually just this stupid joke about boobs, sly comments about being a “cunning linguist” and an insinuation of being in an open marriage.

We start chatting immediately. Turned out, she too was married, but looking for a little fun, just as I. Things just progressed from there, and before I knew it, we had switched to Kik and she was sneaking out to her car to take a picture of her tits for me. Pics lead to dirty chat lead to hooking up. Read more »

[m]y [f]riend approached me about prostituting herself.

I feel kind of bad about this, but fuck it, had sex. (That starts at **** for those who skip ahead)

My friend Nancy has fallen on some hard times. Not the lost my job, can’t pay rent kind of hard times. No, Nancy went from being a pothead and weed dealer to dealing and doing harder substances. She’s lost some weight and word has kind of gotten around she’s the go-to for your poison of choice.

I won’t lie, I’d been trying to get in her pants since we met in high school. She was a curvy gal; 38 DDs, easily, and the body to go with them. Not fat, but enough meat on her bones to give you something to grab hold of. The closest I’d ever gotten was when she consented to show me some vids of her blowing her boyfriend. I’m here to tell you, Nancy has some serious skills.

So I’m sitting at work when my phone buzzes with a text from Nancy. It was a pic of her in red lingerie, tits spilling out of her too-small bra. She had thick, long hair that flowed around her shoulders. It was a dark auburn with streaks of red running through it. She’d lost some weight, and her color was a little off, but those legs still killed. Along with the picture was a message: “you busy after work tonight?” Read more »

Reconnecting with and fucking an old crush. (m/f)

This past weekend I hooked up with an old High School crush I hadn't seen in about 13 years. We'll call her Storm.

My wife and I decided a long time ago to have an "open" marriage. Like a lot of such things, this started with a few threeways with an ex-girlfriend of mine that I was still friends with. Since those trysts came to an end I've been unsuccessful in finding a woman good enough to actually sleep with me.

I went looking for Storm a few weeks ago on Facebook, but to no avail. She was one of those girls who never went by her given name, but none of her old nicknames turned up. Thinking Oh, well to myself I moved on.

One night I got a friend request from a name I didn't recognize. I went poking around her pictures (which were a lot of drawings) until I found an actual picture of her, and holy shit! there she was!

I added her and we immediately began chatting. It was one of those weird times where things just seemed to fall in to place, and within twenty minutes we were trading dirty pictures and making nasty comments about each other. About how we missed so many opportunities back in "the day" since we didn't know we liked each other. Read more »

[m/f] after my wife’s first date; or how I learned to stop worrying and love the smell of dirty panties.

I've done some shit in my life. I've slept with women who were married and cheating on their husbands. I cheated on my first fiance, a lot. I've lied. I've stolen. I've done shit I'm not proud of. But I always felt OK about myself. Yeah, I did those things, but I'm a better person and put it behind me.

My wife and I are in an open marriage. She's started seeing another guy. They have a blast while she's there, then we have really amazingly awesome sex when she gets home from her dates. I've always had a thing for her smell, even before this. I'd hug her and inhale deeply, either at the crook of her neck or the top of her head, and she'd always ask "What do I smell like?" to which I'd always answer: "My wife."

Then she started seeing this guy. He makes her smell different when he has her. His pheremones and cologne all over her when she gets home. The smell and taste of him in her mouth, or in her pussy when I go down on her when she gets home. It turns me on a lot. Read more »