Author: before-my-wife

[FM] Her parents came home early…

*This is not a recent story.*

Once upon a time, I was back in my university town for graduation and I met this incredible, tiny thing at a bar. Nothing happened that night – she wasn’t down to hook up then and besides, I was celebrating with my classmates.

But we did exchange numbers. For a month and a half we texted each other and, being in different cities and therefore not looking for anything serious, we found something else to talk about.

Sex. The other thing we talked about was sex.

I told her how I’d love to pick up her tiny body and toss her around. She told me how she’d love to ride me like a fucking bronco. She sent me pictures of her in a bathing suit, and I sent her pictures of me in my underwear. We figured out pretty early that this was going to happen and we decided to save the surprises for when it did.

Well, she decided we should save the surprises. I had no say in the matter. Read more »

[FM] The time I tried filming a blowjob

*This is not a recent story.*

Once upon a time, I was regularly hooking up with this incredibly lovely lady. She was tall but super slim, with the cutest little butt that was fun to smack around a bit. She also had the cutest face, with brownish-reddish hair and giant dimples. Also, great long legs that she loved to wrap around my back and/or my head.

Seriously, these legs… wow.

It was a pretty stable FWB situation and eventually I got the nerve to suggest filming our sexcapades. Bringing a camera into the bedroom had always been a fantasy of mine, and while I’d broached the idea with a few other partners, it had never gone anywhere. But this time, it didn’t even take a little convincing: she was down, and so the next time I went over to her place I brought my camera with me.

Filming your sexual encounters makes everything just a little more complicated. You have something else to focus on, and if you’re already trying to squeeze this and smack that and fuck this and not cum too soon it can be a bit too much. Even still, we figured it out – or we started to. Read more »

[MF] The only time I ever had to take the nite-bus home

*This is not a recent story.*Once upon a time, when I was still on the dating apps, I got a message at 9pm from a girl I’d matched with and had sent like, three total messages back and forth.

“Hey,” she asked, “What are the chances that you want to grab a drink right now?”She had to know how that sounded, right? Like, 9 isn’t exactly sure-thing booty-call territory, but it’s pretty close. We figured it out, and we met at a bar in mid-town.

At 9:30pm.

On a Tuesday.

I still remember her profile: it was all blazers and collared shirts and stuff she got from her LinkedIn profile. When she showed up she was a lot more casual: loose sweater, jeans, and hair up in a messy bun. But I wasn’t complaining – I was pretty sure that if I played it right I would be getting lucky.

We finished a few drinks (she paid for mine) and I offered to walk her home, which got an eyebrow raise out of her. I shrugged and said something about it being late and cold and so I wanted the company which got a chuckle out of her. Read more »